Well, elusive smiles. The problem is when I don’t have a camera pointed at her, she smiles. Like after I change her diapers and she gives me an incredible smile. Or I say something she thinks is funny. Or I catch her doing what she’s not supposed to be doing and she gives me another one of those elusive smiles. I caught her, what else can she do…but smile.
It’s amazing to see the thought process. She’s walking along the cabinets that house books and movies, the DVD, internet box, and she’s turned it off before. So she’s old enough now for me to really give her some boundaries. Box is mine, don’t touch.
All I have to say is eh-eh. I do it with the dogs when I don’t want them getting into something they shouldn’t. And she knows that sound for them, but if I use it, she always looks to see if I’m saying it to her. So she knows what it means.
The key to training is to watch her all the time. She’s only one, she has to be watched…all the time. So she’s holding onto the cabinet, looking up at the TV, watching Little Baby Bum Nursery Rhymes and then she sees the Box. And heads for it. But just as she reaches out to touch it, she suddenly turns her head to see if I’m watching.
I am. She smiles. I smile. And I tell her good girl, because she hasn’t touched the box and she moves away from it and does other things. But later, she’s standing at the cabinet, and doing the same drill. Sees the box, moves towards it, reaches out for it, jerks her head around at the last minute to see if I’m watching, and I am. Same smile.
So we do this four or five times and she doesn’t do it again. Will she today while I’m babysitting her and her parents are seeing a movie? Probably. I can’t move the box out of her reach, so it’s got to be a No-Zone. My parents didn’t child-proof their home, and we lived to tell the tale. Children need to know what’s theirs and what’s not. What they can do, and what they can’t. It’s a part of growing up. And we’ll keep doing it until she’s old enough that I can explain why she can’t touch the box. Touch box, no Little Baby Bum Nursery Rhymes. lol
Okay, so I did manage to kill a witch in Divinity…she was evil, on fire, and destroyed me in one round before. It’s like having PTSD, I feared getting near her again. But I finally chanced it and took her out. It’s always a great feeling–conquering your fears. lol
We had tremendous storms in the middle of the night. My first thought was: I hope the first eensy-weensy monarch caterpillar I saw of the season survived the night. It cooled down, which is a welcome relief, and it’s still lightly raining, which is delightful. I couldn’t find the baby caterpillar, and from the holes on another milkweed plant, I think there might be a couple. I will look a little later. These are pictures of some from last year. Okay, I’ve got to get back to edits. Baby normally doesn’t come on Saturdays, so I’ve got to jump on the book before she’s here again.
Have a delightful weekend!
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