A Couple of Anecdotes

Dinner Time

Hubby loves my cooking. He's told me this many times over. It's delightful, knowing that I can make him so happy in an area that's so important to him.

Recently, he's started complaining that the food is too good and he can't stop eating even though he's very full. He'll usually sit and just pick at the dishes a little here and a little there after the meal is over. I sit and snigger at him. And bask in the unspoken compliments.

Last night, I made nachos. It was great... just a cookie sheet filled to the brim with chips, meat, cheese sauce, olives, salsa, and guacamole. No plates. We ate communally. It ended up making more than I had anticipated- hence the cookie sheet rather than a plate.

We ate. We talked. We enjoyed life. Even Schprid liked the food, which was awesome because she can be unaccountably picky.

Finally, Hubby sat back in his chair, looked down at the food, and said in a very annoyed tone, "Go away!" at which point he proceeded to take another bite.

Best compliment ever.

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Miscommunication

After the meal, we figured it was a good time to sit, relax, digest, be a family, and focus on the Schprid. We retired to the family room and sacked out on different couches, with Schprid bouncing between us asking for various books to be read and games to be played.

As we watched her and played with her, I told Hubby the fun stories from the day. Schprid had stepped on Ki'i's tail, then nicely went and apologized to her. Well, she tried to apologize. Ki'i kept running away, which made that difficult. Later, while I was trying to organize some paperwork, Schprid had climbed up on the piano bench and rocked out to her own playing for ten minutes or so. This has become more fun since she's figured out how to turn the piano on and keep the volume up.

At this point in the storytelling, Schprid went over to her Daddy, stretched out her arms, and very distinctly said, "Up." He, being the dutiful and wonderful daddy that he is, picked her up and put her in his lap. Her face crumpled and she started fussing, to Hubby's complete consternation.

"What?" he asked her. "You wanted up, so I got you up." She was obviously not content, and wriggled her way down out of his lap.

Once down, she again stretched out her arms and said, "Up!" This time, however, she managed to get ahold of Hubby's hand and started backing up, pulling him with all her 19-month-old strength up and out of the couch. Then she dragged him into the other room, climbed up on the piano bench, and proceeded to show off the same piano skills I had just been telling him about.

Needless to say, we were both very proud of her communication skills, given her limited vocabulary. We were also very proud of her piano skills. We were also laughing at the whole situation and the matter-of-fact way in which she had handled the whole thing. Great times.