Remember that little brat from the original Willy Wonka movie? Veruca Salt? That's what my dad used to call me when I got into my "I want that and that and that, and I want it NOW" mode. I'd like to pretend it was only during my toddler years but I'm pretty sure I heard him use that name last month.
CeCe has hit that stage of whatever you have in your hand- she wants it. It could be her toy. It could be a spatula. It could be a roll of toilet paper. It doesn't matter. She wants it now and she wants to put it in her mouth. And then she will want whatever object you proceed to pick up next, casting aside her current plaything without a bit of nostalgia and focusing solely on my iPhone.
The usual tricks don't work anymore. I used to be able to cover up the remote with a blanket and she would forget it even existed, let alone that she wanted it. Now, I throw the blanket over the desired object and she is ripping that blanket off and throwing it dramatically on the floor in search of her prize.
Sometimes it's easier to just let the baby have the freaking empty cup. But the remote was where I had to draw the line. She smushes her tiny hands down on those buttons and I was running the risk of her erasing my DVR history of "Khloe and Lamar." Unacceptable, baby.
Is six-months too young to really understand the concept of "this does not belong to you"? I can't decide if I am better off installing high shelves in our home to keep everything out of CeCe's eyeline, or should I just let her cry when I stop her from putting my make up brush in her mouth?