I have to say, I enjoy getting to know the many sides of my daughter. Her sweet side, her silly side, her adventurous side, her timid side, and... of course... her willful side. It's true: Piper can be a bit of a firecracker when she wants to. And I find it amusing that mostly she wants to be a firecracker when she's with me. I attribute this to the seemingly natural conclusion that the creatures in our household draw: Daddy = Alpha. Mama = Echo? What comes after Charlie, anyway? Is there a "D" word?
Regardless. I'm at the bottom of the food chain, the weakest link, the hungriest catepillar, the loneliest number there ever was... I digress.
I'm the one everyone pushes over.
Which is fine by me.
So it's no surprise that Piper 'yells' at me when I do something she doesn't like, such as grab her hands to put them in her pajama sleeves, take away a not-so-suitable "toy", or dare to try to feed her something green. And by 'yells', I mean looks me in the eye, lets out an irritated scream of indignation, and flaps her arms and legs around wildly and with great emphasis. Or glares at me, and bats the incoming spoon of peas aside with a force that propels said foodstuff all over my face, clothes, hair, and sometimes even reaches Hero (much to his delight). The first time I always think it's an accident, an uncontrolled movement or knee-jerk reaction. But as these 'episodes' continue, I'm forced to realize that Piper's sometimes got a bone to pick with the woman not-so-in-charge.
And boy does this make me laugh.
Probably not the best parenting, but it's so funny! I love to see her little insides start to boil and her independence shine through. She has her own mind, and she's not even 8 months old! How cools is that???
(Feel free to use this space to mentally insert your own comment about how not cool it will be during the teenage years.)
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