It's times like these that I really wish to take care of Pipi myself. He would be able to roam as he wishes, and learn about pain should he fall or knock himself. He would be able to know love, and not "jokes" about hating him. He would be able to try different foods and texture, instead of stuck with banana cereal. He would be able to hear more words, instead of "no, no, no".
Sometimes I feel that if she continue to say all these, Pipi would subconsciously not like her, and all the better for us. After all, who could like someone who will only say "no" and "jokes" about hating him and beating him when the parents are not around? But on the other hand, I don't wish for Pipi's self confidence to be eroded with her constant stupid "jokes". I don't like those "jokes". Children this age listen to the tone of what you say. They don't understand such "jokes".
Sometimes I pity her. Her low self confidence and desire to be at the top is making her lash out at others. But when she lashes at Pipi, that's when pity turns to hatred and defense rear it's head
We'll see how it goes bah. Today we should celebrate Pipi being 10 months old!
PS: Pipi is the nickname. My child's name is Caleb Zhuo. :)
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