Friday, March 06, 2009

Who is this Hooligan?

A few days ago, I was talking to a woman on the subway with her 3 year old. (I always talk to people now, thanks to E.). Anyway, she made a comment along the lines of, "Well, at least she's out of the blob stage now."

I didn't really say anything in response but in my head I was thinking, "I kinda liked the blob stage!" E's not fully out of it (i.e. crawling and getting into everything) but she definitely seems to have become a different baby all of a sudden. No more setting her down in her gym and expecting her to be happy automatically. I have to be armed with toys and other distractions and then maybe she'll consider it. And, what's worse, she seems to be exhibiting all the signs of becoming a baby hooligan.

Exhibit A: Caught in the Act (kindly ignore Mom trying to sleep). Not sure what she's doing, maybe just plotting her mischief.

Now for some written evidence.

Yesterday, when I turned my back for just a second to get her a toy, she grabbed for the cat. Now, Ariel was asking for it by sitting just on the edge of E's blanket but still. And she responded as you would expect--with that aggressive paw move that doesn't connect but if it does, it couldn't be her fault.

And the other night, while eating her green beans, which she normally tolerates and/or sings about, E. flung a handful on the wall. How she managed to get a handful is another story. She's now started eating like a piglet. Mommy feeds her with a spoon and she responds by pushing some out of her mouth onto the edge of the high chair tray and chawing on it like it's her trough.

In a previous post, I showed E. eating books. Well, that has risen to a whole new level. She can not be trusted with any written material within grabbing range. At the doctor's, she tried to grab her chart off the desk. (Which makes me think the crying on the table was just a plea for paper). And, she tried to take her lovely doctor's pens and other medical instruments. At church, she's decided that the bulletins were designed for her to crumple and chew. Paper pulp can be created in the blink of an eye.

Finally, she now bites. And without warning. She bats those eyelashes, pulls your finger, or arm, or nose into her mouth and sinks those two little teeth in. Yowza!

To close, here's a final picture of the little bruiser:

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