The original subject of this post was motorcycles, and I will get to that later, but tonight I was made aware that not only is Kaitlin a scaredy cat, I apparently do not bake enough (or ever). I pulled out the Kitchen Aid for what I guess was the first time in Kaitlin's life and she was scared to death! She was in her chair finishing up dinner when I decided it would be fun for us to make cookies since Scott was working late and Claire was sleeping. I pulled the Kitchen Aid out and put it on the end of the counter where her Learning Tower is, thinking she would love to help Momma for the first time with this task. Instead, she sat in her chair and said "Umm, Momma what's that? You gonna use that Momma?" I told her yes, we were going to make cookies and she started to get more and more nervous. When I got her out of her chair and started to bring her to the LT, she clung to me like the little monkey she is and would not get off. I moved the LT to the other side of the island (per her request), where she stood and asked repeatedly "Momma, you going to use that one?" When it was finally time to use it, her little face got SO red and she started crying, until she saw after about 5 seconds that it wasn't loud, at which point she laughed and goes "Oh, I'm not scared of that one. That one's not scary" and requested to be moved back to that end so as to see what was going on inside. Silly girl!
In other news, I think she is hilarious with her love/hate relationship with motorcycles. Whenever we are out driving around she gets SO EXCITED when she sees/hears one, but then there are the following incidents that lead me to believe that she's not that excited after all:
- Several times a day she will ask, "Momma, motorcycle won't get me?" No sweet girl, it won't get you.
- If I try and get her to hurry somewhere, I usually say "hurry, hurry" and get kind of frantic, just to create a sense of urgency. Usually it's nothing doing, but these past few days whenever I do that she RUNS to me, monkeys me, and says "Hurry, the motorcycle is coming!!!" Ummm, ok, whatever works.
- We've had this conversation several times: K: Momma, you scared of the motorcycle? Me: No baby, I'm not scared of the motorcycle. K: Momma, you not scared of the motorcycle? Me: Nope. K: Momma, you scared? (3 or more times until I say "Yes, I'm scared of the motorcycle.")
- At bathtime she had this little one-sided conversation "Motorcycle can't come in here? No, motorcycle can't come in the house. Motorcycle stay outside."
I can't believe she already has fears like this. Poor girl, this has probably been compounded by me playing around with her last week at DSW, where there was a motorcycle sitting outside on the sidewalk and I kept playfully pretending I was going to put her on it. For the record, she was laughing and I didn't think I was damaging her psyche, but I guess I did more damage than I thought!
