It’s Not All Mary Poppins

No, no, no, no

Baby Lily reaches for Emma’s laptop, left on the couch.
“No, no, nooo!”

Baby Lily pulls diapers off the shelf.
“No, no, nooo!”.

Baby Lily swings the door of the dog’s crate open and shut.
“No, no, no, no, nooooo!”

Baby Lily throws her blueberries on the floor.
“No, no, no, nooo!”

Baby Lily tosses the contents of my purse, which she has just hauled down from a shelf I didn’t realize she could reach, all over the front hall floor.
“Oh, no, no, nooooo!”

Baby Lily sticks her pudgy hand into the slot in the side of the basket holding their sun hats, and tugs a hat out through it.
“Oh, no, no, no, noooooo!”

What’s wrong, Mary? Has Lily’s busy-ness robbed you of you ability to say anything other than a litany of “no-no-nooooo’s”? Surely you have better ways to respond to baby exploration? Can you not re-direct, distract, remove?

Well, yes. I can and I do. Constantly, these days.

All that ‘no, no, no-ing’? That’s not me. That’s Baby Lily. These days, when I hear that solemn “Oh, no, no, noooo!”, I hunt the girl down, because I know she’s up to no good. Seems Lily knows it, too.

Too bad she doesn’t listen to herself…

May 17, 2010 Posted by | Lily, Mischief, the cuteness! | | 3 Comments