…And Bells on Her Toes

Ever since Caity was born, she required total silence when she ate.  No one must talk, move, or look at her while she eats – especially when she was having a bottle.  It was almost as if she needed total concentration to eat.  It was pretty funny.  She also wouldn’t let anyone feed her except me which got pretty annoying after a while.  Even her Dad, whom she saw all the time and loved when he’d hold her and play with her, wasn’t allowed to feed her.  She’d scream.  And scream.  And scream.

It was a lot of fun if we were out and it was time for a feeding.  Cait would scream for food but wouldn’t take any of it because there was too much ambient noise.  How dare other people speak?  Didn’t they know it was time for a bubby? Sheesh.  We went to the Toronto Zoo when Caity was three months old.  We were there all day and she only drank two ounces because it was too noisy.  That was a lot of fun.  When we got home, she ate – boy did she.  I think she downed that bottle faster than a College student chugs a beer.

Sometimes I’d be out with Grandma a the mall or just over at her house.  We had to stop our conversation because her Highness didn’t approve.  Any time we’d start talking Caity’d start grumping.  Her grumping would get louder and louder and if we didn’t get the hint the first twelve times, she’d start screaming.

I admit, sometimes I’d talk just to annoy her and risk the wrath of Cait.  She’s better now, thankfully.  I was a bit worried when she started daycare because if she would only take a bottle from me, in absolute silence, how was she going to take a bottle from Terri in the chaos that’s the daycare?

Luckily for the most part she’s gotten over her little quirk.  Now she only grumps at us if she’s eating her cereal after she just woke up.  Grandma’s come over to drop off or pick up Lexy and tried to say hi to Cait while she’s in her highchair, eating.  “Hi Cai…” she’d start.  “NOOOOO!!!” Cait would finish.

*sigh*  I hope my daughter learns some social graces when she gets older or she’ll have a hard time on dates …