The girl seems to have learned a new trick. The scenario? We keep her clean bibs in a small tub on the floor of the pantry. When it’s time to eat, one of us walks over to the pantry, opens it up, and pulls out a new bib. Claire, smile on her face, readies herself to receive the smock, seemingly giving the impression that she’s ready for chow time. This in itself is pretty cool, especially considering the stories we’ve heard of other kids refusing to wear a bib, or otherwise getting angry and frustrated when they need to wear one. Her new trick, though, is very tres-cool. (At least for an entertainment starved father, like me.) As we’re prepping food she’ll wander over to the pantry, pry the door open with her fingers (we rarely shut it tight) and upon gaining entry plop herself down on the floor to sort through her bib bucket. And, if she’s particularly hungry she’ll groan as she pulls herself to her feet and tromps across the floor, bib held high in hand, and she chases one of us down with an expectant glare until we acknowledge her — ahem — needs. We’re fairly certain this little behavior has evolved from the repeated successes of communicating her hunger to us and consequently getting fed. Though, all that “proud parent” crap aside, she does do a good job of bringing us numerous other objects (books, remote controls, and shoes) and delivering Sparkle’s toys from their storage to where the dog is trying to sleep in the chair. Either way one sorts it, there is definitely an object-awareness that is forming in that little brain — and she seems to be using that awareness to communicate with us. And that beats crying any day. |
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