Monday, January 28, 2013

The Pinching

Fynn's at this lovely little stage where she likes to pinch. I get it, really I do. She's learning how to manipulate her hands and is seeing what things feel like when they're pinched between her little fingers. I'm all for her exploring and learning. But for the love of all that is holy, I'm tired of being pinched. 

She pinches when she's nursing, when she's playing, when she's falling asleep, when she's sitting with me. She gets my chest, my arms, my face, my neck. She pinches me, Drew, our families, and the poor dog. No one and nothing is safe from those little pincers. 

For such a tiny little being, she has some force behind those fingers.

I joked with Drew the other day about making her mittens out of duct tape just to keep her hands at bay... part of me wasn't joking. I end up holding her hands a lot just to keep them still. I wrap my shirt around them when we nurse to to keep from getting bruises. I talk to her about gentle hands and not hurting Mommy as if she even has a clue about what I'm trying to say. 

How long does this phase last? 

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