These days, almost every attempt to put a morsel of food into Bubboo’s mouth is met with violent shaking of her head. These morsels are usually grabbed away by her little hands before I can feed them to her. She then proceeds to put the food into her own mouth. The few times I do put in a bite or two of food into her mouth, just because I want to feed her, there is a loud wail, accompanied by the pulling out of said bites of food out of the mouth, and an attempt to put them back into the mouth on her own. Heights of independence, no?
Madame doesn’t want me holding her while she stands on our living room sofa and looks out the window, or when she is sitting on the edge of the bed. She has made that abundantly clear, too. Every attempt of mine to hold her at these times is met with a shriek, and the pushing off of my hands.
It looks like her breastfeeding days have come to an end, too. She doesn’t seem to need the comfort of her mother’s breast to get to sleep any more. There’s no holding or hugging her, either. She wants to wriggle out of my grasp as soon as she can, and get to exploring the world around her.
Where did my cute baby go? Who is this super-independent little girl who has replaced her? Could you please tell me something to make me not feel this bereft?