Yep – lock your doors and batten down the hatches, ‘cuz no one is safe now that Taylor’s on the loose! She’s figured out how to open all of the doors in our apartment EXCEPT the ones that go out to the stairwells. Thank goodness they have different handles on them that require more coordination. We’ll be moved by the time she figures out how to break out of those doors!
Can’t stop to chat…this week is too busy! Just have enough time to post some pics…ENJOY!
Okay, I might be biased here, but T.J.’s getting so smart! She’s really starting to pick up on sign language, so now she can sign Milk, Water, Banana, More, Car, Eat and All Done. In addition to the sign language, she’s using her smarts to tease me. Taylor has figured out that there are some surefire ways to push my buttons. The other day she was walking around the house in just a diaper and I wouldn’t let her do something that she wanted to do, so she decided to challenge me. She stood in the kitchen put her hand on the velcro of her diaper. I could see what was coming, so using my “Voice of Authority” I said, “Taylor, do NOT take off your diaper”. Suddenly it was showdown at the OK Corral. Taylor looked me dead in the eye, paused a moment, and then very dramatically ripped the velcro off to the side and held it out as if to say, “Whatcha’ gonna’ do now, punk?!?”. I was pretty amused, so my “Voice of Authority” was being threatened by my urge to start laughing, but I didn’t want to compromise my position. In that situation, there aren’t too many options available. I’m not a big supporter of corporal punishment, so spanking her was out, but I don’t think she’s old enough to understand “Time Outs”. I decided the only thing to do was to change her diaper and put pants on her so she couldn’t get to the diaper again.
I also found out this week that Taylor listens and understands waaaaaaay more than we realized. She learned how to go upside-down and so now whenever we ask her if she can go upside-down, she does this:
…which is really cute EXCEPT that Taylor overheard me telling my folks that she knows how to go upside-down and she did it right at that moment and SMACK went her head onto the hardwood floors. I didn’t see it happen, I just saw the stunned expression on her face afterwards. Well, we learned the hard way (literally!) that we have to watch what we say now and Taylor learned that the floors are called “hardwood” for a reason!
Being a mom is a wonderful job – the hours can be brutal, but there are some really great perks. There is one major job hazard, however, which is the guilt. Every decision that I make on behalf of my daughter, big or small, carries with it an opportunity to experience some level of remorse at having made the wrong choice. It’s like reading a “Choose Your Own Adventure” story, where all of my choices might lead to some unfortunate future for Taylor. I wonder if she’s getting enough attention and then, in the same instant I wonder if we are lavishing her with TOO much attention. I want her to eat healthy but I don’t want her to feel deprived of sweets and secretly become obsessed with junk food. The list goes on and on. In the long run, I wonder if most of my decisions REALLY matter one way or another. I might be flattering myself to think that my desires carry such weight in her world. It’s obvious that she already has a mind of her own.
The San Francisco Chronicle has a new parenting blog called “The Poop” that I’ve reading. They asked people to send in pictures of their babies looking like celebrities, and I just had to submit the shot of Taylor looking like the Gorton’s fisherman and they posted it! Click here to check it out…