Over the last few weeks, I have noticed the development of a certain streak in Nyobis personality. I am not enthused. This child, at just over one years, understands the word "No". She also understands that a parents arms are only so long and she moves only so fast.
"No" Dad and I said to her as she banged her butt against the french windows. She grinned, stood up, and proceeded to smash her diaper padded rear into the glass as hard as possible. As I started rising from the chair to grab her, she took off as fast as her chubby little legs would go.
"No" Her Dad told her, watching her splash in the side of the kiddie pool. She turned around and looked at him standing on the steps, and proceeded to put her whole face into the water. Obviously she will not have too many issues with swimming. It is also nice to know that her Dad runs pretty fast.
Even gentle admonishments are met with dissent. With help, she was ensconced in the small wood rocking chair. The antique used to be my Dads, but has found a loving group of owners in my little girls. Nyobi will sit there for her occasional evening TV time. This TV did not hold her attention. No matter. She dropped her Lovey on the ground, then proceeded to half stand, half kneel on the rocking chair, lean forward precariously and reach down and retrieve it.
"Lets not do that again." Mom suggested. She glanced up. There was a merry little light dancing in her eyes. She threw the lovey off toward the front, meeting my gaze the entire time. "Uh OH" the little Imp said, and began to position herself for the dangerous retrieval again.
She also enjoys climbing up on said chair herself. During that same movie segment (having been removed from the seat) she was entertaining herself by attempting to climb back up. When her inventive, over the arm method, resulted in her tumbling side ways her leg jammed in the rung, she appeared astonished but not too upset. Her Dad removed the leg, and moved the wood chair out of her reach. She stood up. Looked at the chair then stared at her dad.
With slump of shoulders and a boo noise her whole stance summed up her feelings. "Dad you took away all my fun!"
I am blaming his genes for this sort of behavior. From his own recount and his Moms, he was definately a trouble maker. Somehow I have an odd feeling that the emergency room and Nyobi will see alot of each other. As she gets bigger I am definately throwing my camera in my purse whenever we go out.