Friday, February 25, 2005
The Divine Miss C
As you may have imagined, Chloë has both of us firmly entwined around her little finger. We are besotted, adoring, doting: any soppy word will do.
After a couple of days of shell shock, her real personality is starting to emerge. She is quite the independent little miss, wanting to puzzle things out for herself. It didn't take her long to figure out how to open the Ziploc(tm) snack pack of Cheerios(tm). We've left a trail of those toasty little "o"s through the hallways of the hotel and behind the cash registers at Wal-Mart(tm). The others in our group have dubbed her "Chloë-o" for her cereal passion.
It's a good thing we found something she likes because she is finicky about what goes in her mouth. She shakes her head "no" and pushes away unwanted items with the back of her hand. It's quite an imperious gesture and I'm certain she was the Empress of Jiangxi in a previous life. Things that have been royally refused include: watermelon, peaches, apples, pineapple, banana, pears, raisins -- do you see the trend here? This kid hates fruit. Aside from Cheerios, the one food she is enthusiastic about is tofu. Yum, yum -- my least favorite food, but I'll be looking for a good tofu in brown sauce recipe when we get home.
This morning she realized that all these brightly colored pieces of plastic otherwise known as toys are for her, and she had great fun flinging bowling pins off the bed. She also gets a charge out of investigating the contents of a tissue packet. Like a magician doing a trick with scarves, she just keeps pulling them out and pulling them out until she's amazed by the empty packet. We leave a trail of tissues (Happy Dog by brand name) wherever we go, too. We will be funding her education by purchasing stock in General Mills and Kimberly Clark.
Although John was almost instantly accorded "Most Favored Parent" status, she has been slower to warm up to me. She's had a lot of women in her life let her down, so it's understandable that she would be hesitant about trusting yet another. She's started looking at me with more puzzlement than suspicion and has actively reached out for me to pick her up, but she's still happier in Daddy's lap than mine. John has risen to the occasion and is totally engrossed in parenthood. He's mastered the art of balancing a toddler on his knee and feeding her while drinking his own coffee and has even tackled the dreaded diaper task -- but not the one after she ate an entire jar of sweetcorn. Some things are still Mommy's domain.