The Coat-Coat again
Feb. 12th, 2005 12:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
naomikritzerSomebody described Kiera today as exacting. That's it precisely: she knows exactly what she wants, and she is willing to stubbornly refuse all other offers until I figure it out. Some of the time I do throw up my hands and tell her to like it or lump it, but it's the times that I don't that make for funny stories, which is why I talk about them rather more.
Take today. She asked for a bozzle (bottle, which is also what she calls sippy cups). I got one out and took it to the refrigerator to get out the soy milk. She had followed me to the fridge, and she made a frustrated noise when I grabbed the milk carton, and shook her head. Then she pointed to the OJ. We give Kiera OJ (small quantities) but only in open cups, so I took out the OJ, grabbed a different cup, and poured in a thimble's worth of juice. Kiera said, "Bozzle!" I said, "No, you can have milk in a bottle, or juice in a cup." She was pissed off. The thing I find particularly fascinating about this is that we have never, not even once, given her juice in a sippy. (Okay, that might not be true. It is possible that Ed has given her juice in a sippy, but I doubt it.) We've given her water and soy milk in sippies, and juice in open cups, since she can drink from them pretty adeptly and juice in a sippy is a tooth decay hazard. She'd never had it, but she knew she liked juice and she knew she wanted to suck from a sippy rather than drinking it out of a cup, and no substitutes were acceptable. I did end up telling her to like it or lump it, and she wound up drinking a little juice out of the open cup.
She's wearing her coat to bed again. We negotiated the PJ thing tonight. I decided I wanted buy-in, rather than a screaming fit. She rejected all her PJs, so I thought it over and told her she could keep the pants she was wearing -- they're fleecy things, pretty practical for bedtime wear, and they were clean. She'd spilled some OJ on her dress, though, so I told her that had to go, and she acquiesced to that. Then I offered a couple of options for replacement tops, including one of her flowered sweatshirts, and she was fine with that, too. For a minute I thought I might get her to bed without the coat, but no. And she lost one of her socks on our way to the study to nurse, and that definitely would not do: a sweatshirt may be an acceptable replacement for the dress she'd put on this morning, but the socks were mandatory.
Kiera likes taking baths, so I'm thinking that maybe tomorrow I will arrange with Ed for one of us to bathe her while the other spirits away all her clothing -- coat, socks, and all -- and washes it. The coat, in particular, is getting grungy, since she wears it at all meals as well as to bed.
She's not even eighteen months old yet. What's she going to be like at two?
Take today. She asked for a bozzle (bottle, which is also what she calls sippy cups). I got one out and took it to the refrigerator to get out the soy milk. She had followed me to the fridge, and she made a frustrated noise when I grabbed the milk carton, and shook her head. Then she pointed to the OJ. We give Kiera OJ (small quantities) but only in open cups, so I took out the OJ, grabbed a different cup, and poured in a thimble's worth of juice. Kiera said, "Bozzle!" I said, "No, you can have milk in a bottle, or juice in a cup." She was pissed off. The thing I find particularly fascinating about this is that we have never, not even once, given her juice in a sippy. (Okay, that might not be true. It is possible that Ed has given her juice in a sippy, but I doubt it.) We've given her water and soy milk in sippies, and juice in open cups, since she can drink from them pretty adeptly and juice in a sippy is a tooth decay hazard. She'd never had it, but she knew she liked juice and she knew she wanted to suck from a sippy rather than drinking it out of a cup, and no substitutes were acceptable. I did end up telling her to like it or lump it, and she wound up drinking a little juice out of the open cup.
She's wearing her coat to bed again. We negotiated the PJ thing tonight. I decided I wanted buy-in, rather than a screaming fit. She rejected all her PJs, so I thought it over and told her she could keep the pants she was wearing -- they're fleecy things, pretty practical for bedtime wear, and they were clean. She'd spilled some OJ on her dress, though, so I told her that had to go, and she acquiesced to that. Then I offered a couple of options for replacement tops, including one of her flowered sweatshirts, and she was fine with that, too. For a minute I thought I might get her to bed without the coat, but no. And she lost one of her socks on our way to the study to nurse, and that definitely would not do: a sweatshirt may be an acceptable replacement for the dress she'd put on this morning, but the socks were mandatory.
Kiera likes taking baths, so I'm thinking that maybe tomorrow I will arrange with Ed for one of us to bathe her while the other spirits away all her clothing -- coat, socks, and all -- and washes it. The coat, in particular, is getting grungy, since she wears it at all meals as well as to bed.
She's not even eighteen months old yet. What's she going to be like at two?
