(Scott) This morning, as is customary every couple days, after I got Sal out of her crib she turned on her screeching. I sat down in the kitchen to eat my cereal and she soon wandered into the other room, taking her screeching with her. It occurred to me that she was experimenting with her voice, trying to tweak it in the way that would produce the most unpleasant sound possible. And I have to commend her on how well she accomplished her goal.
After being ignored for five minutes, she came back in the kitchen, turned off her screeching, and said with a hopeful smile, "Pishy?" No fishies in the morning, Sal. "Pishy, right now?" No fishies in the morning. "Cracker?" No crackers in the morning, Sal. Then came the first surprise of the day. "Chicken?" Now, we've been trying to only let Sal eat certain foods at certain times, but it's tough to get this little vegetarian to eat meat. So I said, "You want chicken?" "Yeah"--nod, nod, smile, smile. Okay, chicken for breakfast.
Sal didn't eat chicken for breakfast, which I anticipated by cutting up only two tiny slices for her. What she did eat was cereal, which I wanted all along. However, I'm learning that, especially in the morning, Sal does not want to be told what to do. She has to learn for herself each morning that she wants cereal. I'm so proud of her independent, confused mind. It must be hard to know exactly what you want and at the same time have no idea what you want.
2 comments:
oh man, just wait until you have three of them. with three uniquely difficult personalities. (fred isn't difficult yet. i'm just anticipating it.)
Sal, I totally get it. At least, I think I do, but sometimes I'm still not sure.
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