- Water in her eyes at bathtime.
- Being held down. To the extent that she becomes a writhing, screeching banshee whenever constrained. I conjectured to the paediatrician that this is due to deep seated memories of the painful intravenal injections she had as a tiny baby (for a suspected urinary infection), but she replied that most one year olds are screaming dervishes if you try to stop them wriggling.
- The sound of the washing machine on full spin. Her face creases with unhappiness and her cries are heartbreakingly plaintive. The sound is insupportable, even from a distance. All intervening doors must be shut, or else turn the thing off altogether.
- Growing teeth.
- Any new foodstuff. Her face screws up in comic disgust, for about 3 seconds, then she wants more. Only after 3 spoonfuls does she definitively eat or refuse.
- Having her spoon confiscated. Even if it's on very reasonable grounds. Example exchange: Hand spoon to baby. Baby throws it immediately to floor, looking after it in amazement. Baby shouts because spoon no longer in hand. Mother picks up spoon, hands to baby. (Repeat 5, 10, 15 times). Mother (exasperated): "Right, I'm keeping your spoon". Baby (enraged): "Waa etc".
- Keeping still. Especially for getting dressed. When I'm feeling cheerful and resilient, this becomes a good natured exchange, with tickling, singing, laughing and deft action dressing. When I'm tired, irritable, fed up, it's a long and drawn out battle, often escalating into pleas to the divine forces to intervene and strike her motionless.
- Being woken up. I think we are all with her there.
- Other babies crying. She looks on with dismay and incomprehension. Morning drop off at creche can be tricky if other tinys are carrying on with the "Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" scenario. Thankfully, she very rarely cries when I leave her. The odd times it has happened, it feels like your heart is being torn out as you walk away.
- Other babies holding on. Example: She and another tiny are standing holding onto a chair for support. She will side-step up to the other one, and push their hands off. If they can, they stand. If they can't, they fall. I don't know what this may mean about her character, but I'm not convinced it's good.
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Ten things my one year old doesn't like
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