I pretty much terrified of upsetting her. I mean, if I upset James, I know it, but he doesn't become immediately hysterical (usually). We talk it out, like reasonable human beings. Not so with Edie. If I, say, put her down so I can eat a taco, or give her a bath, that's it. Catastrophe.
And, as adults, or just as humans, we're hard wired to try to prevent someone from losing their marbles as a result of our actions, so, long story short, I'm completely intimidated by this tiny little baby. If she objects to anything, I more or less knock it off. Tummy time, baths, fingernail clipping, sitting in that weirdly molded rubber seat, listening to ABBA . . .
And I realize this kind of makes me a bad parent. But, back off, I'm trying. We sort of figured out a bath ritual she likes (though, full disclosure, James got the idea from 3 Men and a Baby), I'm working up the nerve to clip her fingernails, and she now has tummy time whether she likes it or not (mostly because I don't want her head to become misshapen).
I'm hoping to grow a backbone before she becomes aware of the power she wields. And before she finds this post in my blog archive.
If she asks, no one show her how to search the archive for topic, okay?
*that is a giant bottle of oil on my kitchen table, which makes it look like I just got a FryDaddy or something (wishlist), but in reality I just wanted some brownies and that was on sale at the Mexican grocery by my apartment. Okay?