Telling baby ‘no’
Today was the first day in my son’s 10+month life that he really got directly exposed to the word “no”. Seems kind of sad, but it was truly necessary, even if it’s probably my own fault.
A few days ago we were feeding Alex and the cat, as he usually does, came around to see what was going on, and beg for food, what have you. Since we were actually feeding Alex some small bits of chicken, and I was in a generous mood, I gave the cat some. The cat then wanted some more, and it was easier to grab a piece off of Alex’s tray and drop it to the floor for the cat, than get more from the bag. Here the trouble began. Alex apparently saw this, and decided the next day that he’d try and feed the cat too. So while he was eating some veggie puff things, the cat came around, and –plop– Alex dropped on one the floor near the cat. Of course, these being vegetable-and-starch-based items, the cat would have none of it, but it didn’t stop Alex. Another one was dropped. We switched to his main course (something from a bottle) and he stopped, I presume because he liked it too much to try and share with the cat. Seemed to be the last of the cat-feeding behavior…
Until today, of course. Val calls to say “well, I have a lot to thank you for today, including now that Alex won’t eat anything, he only wants to drop things on the floor for the cat!” I thought she was exxagerating, but when I got home and fed him dinner, sure enough, the cat came around, and Alex meticulously picked up the items (more veggie puffs, unfortunately for the cat) and dropped them carefully over the side of the tray. Neither I, nor the cat, was impressed. He seemed very happy with himself doing this, as well. So I looked at him plainly, and as he moved his arm over the edge to drop one, said firmly “No”, and moved his arm back. This just elicted smiles of joy and repeated behavior. I tried not to mirror this, and instead encouraged him when one actually made it into his mouth. But I don’t think this is going to be resolved quite that quickly, unfortunately.
I was sad that I had to say ‘no’, probably 10 times, to him today. But he knew was he was doing, and he needed to know it wasn’t acceptable. But until now, he’s pretty much never done anything “wrong”, intentionally, as far as I could tell. It’s sort of sad, but I guess it’s gotta start sometime. I’m sure, if there is any karma or justice in this world, I’m going to have a bit of a bad little kid to make up for my behavior as a child ![]()