Now that Eliot has a tooth, he thinks it's time to start exploring his independence, and testing his boundaries with Mom. Last night, he was very belligerent. First, at dinner, I had to take a toy away from him so he'd pay attention to the spoon. He didn't like that, so he squealed and refused to eat. Then, when I put him in the bathtub, he refused to sit up straight - he wanted to lean forward. Every time I tried to sit him up straight again, he'd squeal. I finally decided that the best lessons are the ones you learn on your own. So, while remaining in control of the situation, I let him lean forward enough to get his nose wet. Well, he
really didn't like that. I made him lie down for the rest of the bath. And he splashed, and flailed and kicked... He got the whole bathroom wet, including me! Soaked! Boy, was he proud! When I got him out of the tub, he didn't want a diaper, he didn't want any teething medicine, he didn't want any pj's... Later, he wanted to chew on his bottle, not drink it and he wanted to twist and strain to see whatever was not in his direct line of sight... Finally, exhausted, I got him in the bed. The next thing I know, I looked in the video monitor and saw that he had pulled his bumper away from the side of the crib, over his face and he was chewing on it and patting cakes on it. So I went upstairs and removed it from the crib entirely. He just grinned and grinned and made that "uuunnngh" sound that I can't resist. I just started laughing and kissed him on the little head. Thank you, Eliot, for giving me seven full months to fall in love with you, before showing your difficult side.