So much about child rearing is about providing direction, right? Well, there’s been plenty of directing going on but it’s Remy doing the directing. As much as an almost 6 month old can with his limited vocabulary.
Sometimes I’ll insert my best interpretation of what he’s really trying to say. Here’s some of my recent efforts.
Yesterday, when I was changing clothes before feeding him and his moaning/whining sound got more and more insistent and shrill. “Hey Mom, I’m hungry.” (30 seconds) “Mom, really. I’m hungry.” (30 seconds) “Did you not hear me? Hungry. Now!” (30 seconds) “Good Lord, woman! I’m dying over here. Don’t you EVER feed me?!”
A little while ago, Remy’s finishing off a bottle that Gary’s giving him. Remy appears to be asleep, so Gary tries to remove the bottle, but Remy snatches it back and firmly holds Gary’s hand in place so that he knows not to remove the bottle until permission is given. “Hey. Hey! Give me that bottle and don’t you move until I’m good and ready. Sheesh.”
Then there’s the reaction when I’m testing to see if he’s really done with his dinner. Swat away the spoon. “No more, thanks Mom.” (try again, head turn) “Mom, really. I’ve had enough.” (one last try, grabs the spoon and tosses it away) “Enough. I said ENOUGH. Thank you. Now get me out of this high chair.”
I’m beginning to think he’s got a wee bit of directiveness in his personality. Where would he get that from? Oh, right. ME. Ha.