Saturday, July 10, 2004
Nothing is mine. In Ronan's world, everything is "ours." Laptop, cell phone, spatula -- they're all objects of desire to a ten-month old. And I'm fine with that, within reason. His job is to explore his world; feel, taste, bang and sort things, building his brain's library from scratch.
The only issue I'm having is with food. I've always been a little protective of my food. If you didn't order fries, too bad, because I'm not sharing. But I'm having trouble explaining this to Ronan. And I guess I didn't expect him to be such an adventurous little foodie. Homemade bran muffins -- yum! He mowed through almost a whole one by himself. Grapefruit juice warranted a sour face, but he still reached for the glass again and again.
So I'm working on widening my circle of sharing to include food. But only for Ronan.
The only issue I'm having is with food. I've always been a little protective of my food. If you didn't order fries, too bad, because I'm not sharing. But I'm having trouble explaining this to Ronan. And I guess I didn't expect him to be such an adventurous little foodie. Homemade bran muffins -- yum! He mowed through almost a whole one by himself. Grapefruit juice warranted a sour face, but he still reached for the glass again and again.
So I'm working on widening my circle of sharing to include food. But only for Ronan.
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