111. Klein

William did not wake up in the night, for the third night in a row, but went to bed late. That seems to be the key to no night wake up. He woke up, and didn't want to eat, which is very unusual. He fell back asleep, and when he woke up again, he did not want to eat. He did not eat much when he woke up again, and he was burping, like he was having some digestion problems. Maybe that's why he grabbed my neck skin and twisted this morning, or maybe why he keeps taking off my glasses today.

I video taped him for a while playing. I try to stay out of it, but I have a hard time not commenting. I held him and walked him. I laid him in his crib and put on the crinkly socks. He can go for short periods of time without me, but not for long. I ate some breakfast in front of him. He was fascinated. I can't wait till he can eat with me, eat what I eat.

I wonder if that's going to be a nightmare for him now, me eating. Supposedly being eaten up by your parents is a fear of children. They want to eat and internalize, the good breast the bad breast, according to Klein. That sounds a little far fetched, but it sounds a little true too. Watching William, I have come to believe Klein wacky interpretations. I like the story of Karen Horney's kid going to Klein and putting interpretations into everyone's mailbox. She was not continued with Klein after that. In Klein's Narrative of a Child Analysis, she keeps talking in the most provocative way. I open to a random page, and I read this: "Mrs. K interpreted the stamping, shouting and angry scribbling as expressing his feelings that he had bombed and soiled Daddy with his feces and urine, that he was like Hitler marching and goose-stepping." That's a light interpretation by her, I think.