Monday, September 15, 2014
"Good Morning Sweet Cakes" I whispered to Annabelle as I pulled her out of her crib this morning.
Being Monday morning, a morning that Mrs. LIAYF and Lukas could actually sleep in a bit longer than myself and my little girl, I had just tiptoed upstairs ever so gingerly, avoiding all to the problematic creaky spots on the fir stairs like Baryshnikov in his prime. (Okay, maybe I was lumbering a tad more than Mikhail would have, but in my defense I hadn't had my morning coffee yet. The point is, there were no creaks - from the floor at least).
And, as I do on most mornings such as this one, I gently laid her on her changing table while handing her her morning milk. That usually keeps her busy while I diaper and change her into her clothes for daycare.
But this morning, as I was handing her her bottle she swept her arm at me, knocking the bottle out of the way rather grumpily.
"Book" she said, still obviously a little bleary eyed from her sleep. I again tried to hand her the bottle, but again she swatted at it. "Book!" she said, louder this time.
"I'll read you a book when we get downstairs Sweetie" I reasoned. "Right now I need to change you for school" "BOOK" She then raised it a notch, loud enough that I thought she would wake up the rest of the family. "Shhhhhh!" I put my finger to my mouth indicating she was breaking our agreement. Of course, she has never actually agreed to any such thing, but it's kind of like George Costanza's deal with the Pigeons. It's unspoken. THEY KNOW THIS!
"BOOK" She continued, smiling now. "BOOK. BOOK", ultimately forcing me to relent under the dual forces of cuteness and self preservation.
"Okay, okay!" I whispered, reaching over to the nearby bookcase and pulling out the first book I could grab. "But let's read it quietly" I exaggerated my mouth at this point. Qui-et-ly. The book was 'Good Night Gorilla', which she enjoyed while I got her changed and ready for daycare.
Mrs. LIAYF and I are actually very pleased that our 1-year-old is now so interested in books (She is obsessed with them of late). It's like a switch has turned for her.
That's because for the longest time, she wouldn't sit still for them at all. I would try and try again, but her attention span, coupled with her constant need to be in motion, resulted in her often losing focus before we would finish the first page.
I knew she would come around. That she would love books just as much as the rest of the family. There are, after all, books everywhere in the house and Lukas has been reading her stories recently as well. I wouldn't even be surprised if a big reason for her interest in books is watching her big brother bury his nose in them. She imitates so much of what he does after all.
And now that I know that I can actually buy her silence with a good book, I'm not opposed to riding that horse until it drops. That's a win win.
Now, if I could only get her to sit on the potty for a book too, I'd be golden.
Posted by James (SeattleDad) at 8:02 PM