I don't know what I was thinking. Sure, she has mostly mastered having a bowl on her high chair tray without overturning it a thousand times. Sure, she is ready to start drinking cow's milk. But I don't know why I thought she was ready to drink from an actual cup by herself. In my own defense, I gave her the milk in a sippy cup first, but she didn't seem to be getting much out of it. Since it was full of cow's milk and not icky breast milk, I gave it a few slugs and discovered that gee, it is hard to get milk out of this thing. No wonder she was so pissed of. Like an idiot, I took the top off and thought I could hold the cup to her for a sip or two. Well, my independent little lamb would have none of that, so she grabbed the cup and had a few slugs on her own, much to my surprise. Hmmm, she is advanced, I was still thinking, as she tilted her head back and pour the entire cup over her head.
But that's not the worst of it! She was so shocked and then so instantly upset that I found it very funny and ran for the camera. So now there is photographic evidence of how terrible I am, and she can point to these photos in her therapist's office one day and talk about how all she wanted was a hug.
At least there's no photographic evidence of my smirking face.
Other parenting misadventures to date haven't been nearly as exciting, though I did make a startling realization last night as I was cleaning up dinner. Remember how you never needed to know how much you don't want to sit on my furniture? Well, if I ever try to serve you anything out of Tupperware, don't accept! Clementine loves to play in the kitchen cupboards, so my mom's friend got me bundles of throw-away Tupperware to put in place of the dangerous array of canning jars and other glass shit in my bottom cupboards. As I cook dinner or do stuff downstairs, darling C. pulls the Tupperware out, puts it back and starts over again. This invariably means it gets all over my floor, where it is stepped on my any variety of people, kicked around on all her spit-outs and left-overs and comes into contact with lord knows what kind of germs. And instead of cleaning it out before I use it, I just pick it off the shelf and put food in it, never thinking of what that piece of plastic has touched. I never thought much about it until I was jamming pasta into one of them last night and saw a dainty little footprint on the lid. Umm, yuck.
And in other arenas of yuck, apparently the world's best toy in now the toilet. Nate and I were occupied in the office the other night and let Clementine have the run of the upstairs. She was happily bringing us all her stuffed animals to look at until it grew very quiet. Hmmm, I thought, this is not good. And then I heard the splashing. She was already up to her elbows in the bowl when I got there. One more thing to babyproof, I guess.
Much has been going on in our lives in the last week, not the least of which is the exciting news that Clementine got cuter. Don't believe me? Look:
I KNOW. I can hardly handle it myself. Click on it to see a few more--she really stumbled into some good lighting that day.
My friend Karen tied the knot on Sunday, which was a ton of fun. The night before I spent with her in her bridal suite--the very first time I've slept away from Clementine since she was born. It wasn't so hard after all, especially since I got to see her first thing the next morning because I had accidentally turned the convertible to "Accessory" instead of "Off" (damn old cars!) and needed Nate to come rescue me. Very convenient. The wedding ended up being more work for me than I ever could have imagined, but it was worth it to see Karen so happy. I gave a toast which went over pretty well--most everyone said it was good, except of course the groom who said nothing--but it's not like it was hard to follow the other toaster who started his with this little ditty: What do you do when you're walking in a forest and come upon an elephant? Wipe it off and apologize. After a minute or so while everyone processed the joke (come, did he say? wipe that off? oh heavens!), there were boos and a general upheaval that precluded his finishing thoughts. Much dancing ensued, and although she is loathe to admit it, the bride might have been the tiniest bit overserved. So was my husband (on a work night no less!). For proof, go check out a few of the wedding photos, including this gem of Nate dancing (yes, dancing--a testament to how much he had imbibed) on the stage (yes, they hopped the stage in her J Crew wedding gown) to some wild bump and grind song. What fun!
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Yes the cups....I found that taking the stoppers out, while locked in a high chair, help with a quick flow. But remember to put them back before you let her walk around with them - they are no longer leak-proof that way.
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