Ella has become a pincher. I’m not sure why. I try to make sure she knows that it’s not okay and that it hurts. If I’m in a place that I can do so, I put her down so that she can’t keep pinching, but that doesn’t seem to help much. I have no idea why. I’m sure she does it because it gets a reaction but it kills me that she would do that at such a young age. She really is a smart little stinker but I was hoping those smarts would stick to the categories of math and physics – I mean, she’s going to have to support my shoe habit some day.
I was feeding her some of my pizza tonight and when I asked her to say (meaning, sign) “more please”, she looked right into my eyes and pinched the inside of my arm. You know, the soft squishy part, the part that really freakin hurts when you pinch it! I told her “No. Do not pinch Mommy, that hurts.” She looked at me…and hit me. I told her no again and a few minutes later Tom gave her to me for apology hugs. The second he put her in my arms she threw her body back to him. I actually had tears start to form and had to leave for a minute.
I knew this would happen eventually. I knew she’d figure out that Tom was the cooler, nicer parent. I just didn’t know it would happen so soon! I thought girls weren’t supposed to push away their moms until they were at least 12 and mad about not being able to wear makeup and high heels – not at 11 months old, mad about being asked to say “please.”
She did end up coming back to me after a bit and gave me hugs and cuddles, so at least it was short lived. I know it’s silly but the whole thing still totally broke my heart.