I've written before that she sometimes smiles at me when I say no and then does the action anyway. The other night was on a whole new level. After Cami's bath, she crawled into the bonus room. We have a TV in there that she has been told repeatedly not to touch (as is the case with all TVs). She crawled up, touched the TV, and immediately looked at me (she so knows what she's doing). I said "No, no, Cami," rather loudly. She smiled, and while looking at me with a serious "and what are you going to do about it?" look, smacked her hand on it again. I gave her my teacher face, which easily stares down crazy, pubescent 8th graders, and said no again, louder. SMACK. Turn. Smile. At this point I decided it was time for a hand pop. She knows what she's doing, she knows what "no" means, let's do this. I walked over, said no, and popped her on the back of the hand. SHE LAUGHED. While looking me in the eye, she laughed. AND THEN DID IT AGAIN. So I popped her a little harder, and she laughed again. Sigh. This clearly has no effect at this point. I proceeded with the tried and true "get as far from the TV as possible" strategy and we went downstairs. Where she started messing with the blinds in the living room.......
Friday, October 5, 2012
Oh Dear
Let me preface this entire post by saying Cami is an absolutely easy, wonderful, loving, funny, gleeful little baby. I am sometimes amazed by how much I love her simply because I enjoy being around her. She constantly cracks me up, and is working so hard at walking (we have a record of four steps...FOUR!) and trying so many new things to be a "big girl". She rarely acts scared (except for those darn elevators, weird), and never makes a peep when I hand her off to Grandma in the morning. However, this lovely, strong-willed personality is making me quake in my Sperry's as I see her become more certain of what she wants to do.
I've written before that she sometimes smiles at me when I say no and then does the action anyway. The other night was on a whole new level. After Cami's bath, she crawled into the bonus room. We have a TV in there that she has been told repeatedly not to touch (as is the case with all TVs). She crawled up, touched the TV, and immediately looked at me (she so knows what she's doing). I said "No, no, Cami," rather loudly. She smiled, and while looking at me with a serious "and what are you going to do about it?" look, smacked her hand on it again. I gave her my teacher face, which easily stares down crazy, pubescent 8th graders, and said no again, louder. SMACK. Turn. Smile. At this point I decided it was time for a hand pop. She knows what she's doing, she knows what "no" means, let's do this. I walked over, said no, and popped her on the back of the hand. SHE LAUGHED. While looking me in the eye, she laughed. AND THEN DID IT AGAIN. So I popped her a little harder, and she laughed again. Sigh. This clearly has no effect at this point. I proceeded with the tried and true "get as far from the TV as possible" strategy and we went downstairs. Where she started messing with the blinds in the living room.......
I've written before that she sometimes smiles at me when I say no and then does the action anyway. The other night was on a whole new level. After Cami's bath, she crawled into the bonus room. We have a TV in there that she has been told repeatedly not to touch (as is the case with all TVs). She crawled up, touched the TV, and immediately looked at me (she so knows what she's doing). I said "No, no, Cami," rather loudly. She smiled, and while looking at me with a serious "and what are you going to do about it?" look, smacked her hand on it again. I gave her my teacher face, which easily stares down crazy, pubescent 8th graders, and said no again, louder. SMACK. Turn. Smile. At this point I decided it was time for a hand pop. She knows what she's doing, she knows what "no" means, let's do this. I walked over, said no, and popped her on the back of the hand. SHE LAUGHED. While looking me in the eye, she laughed. AND THEN DID IT AGAIN. So I popped her a little harder, and she laughed again. Sigh. This clearly has no effect at this point. I proceeded with the tried and true "get as far from the TV as possible" strategy and we went downstairs. Where she started messing with the blinds in the living room.......
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