This is Peanut’s favorite word. Well, other than “cheese”, I guess. (OMG, this kid LOVES cheese. She literally asks for it from the minute she wakes up to right before she goes to bed. I think she could eat cheese for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks if we let her.) Her answer to everything is almost always no and very emphatically at that. I don’t really know when this started and at first it was kind of cute because she wouldn’t just say “no” she would say, “noooooooo” and it sort of cracked us up.
Nowadays though it’s not as funny and truthfully I’m starting to feel as if my daughter doesn’t like me very much. When I go to kiss her, she says “no!” and then turns her face away from me. I want her to feel like I respect her space and her body so I’ll usually ask her if I can kiss her. This has now become our morning routine after I take her out of the crib:
“Can I kiss your cheek?” No.
“Can I kiss your forehead?” No.
“Can I kiss your elbow?” No.
“Can I kiss your belly?” [pause] Yeah. [I go to kiss her belly and then she squirms away] No!
Another thing she does now is when I ask her for a kiss, she’ll go kiss everybody/everything else in sight:
“Can I have a kiss?” [she turns to the cat] Mwah!
“ok, but can I have a kiss?” [she turns to her baby doll] Mwah!
“But what about Mommy? Can Mommy have a kiss?” [she goes to the closet door] Mwah!
I wish I were kidding about her choosing to kiss the closet door rather than me, but that actually happened. It’s not exactly good for my ego. Lately, when our nanny leaves she holds her arms out and says to Peanut, “Can I have a hug?” Then Peanut will go into her arms and hug her. The nanny then says, “Can I have a kiss?” and Peanut will give her a kiss on the cheek. Mwah! Of course, I pounce on this moment, thinking that my daughter is in a rare huggy and kissy mood, and I try the same thing only to (of course) get met with a loud, “No!” while she turns away from me.
This morning when the nanny came in, The Nut looked at me and said “Goooooo” as she pointed to the door. Yes, my 19-month-old daughter commanded me to leave. Aren’t most toddlers supposed to cry when their mothers are leaving for work? Why doesn’t my kid like me?