Emma is cracking me up right now.
She is supposed to be “resting” and we use that term lightly around here. It usually involves her reading 4 or 5 books in Mommy and Daddy’s bed. And then she creeps, ever so quietly down the steps, about halfway, where she sits trying to “quietly” get our attention. Like making little squeaks, or coughs. I usually “pretend” for a few minutes that I don’t see her there until she gets louder or creeps the rest of the way down the stairs and says, “Is it okay to get up now?”
So anyhow, I’m working down here (kind of) and she just quietly (kind of) came downstairs and I acknowledged her and told her “come on down.” But she still has her tights and leotard on (due to the earlier recital she and A. gave me, while they were practicing the Bella Dancerella DVD), and she hit the hardwood floors running, and bit it! I didn’t really laugh until she started to and I knew she was fine, but it was pretty funny. Little arms and legs sprawled everywhere.
Then she asked if she could watch a movie and have a snack. She chose Pete’s Dragon for the movie (again!) and came back in with the bag of mini marshmallows from the snack drawer. The whole bag. They were put into the snack drawer once upon a time explicitly for when we have hot chocolate, but both of the girls LOVE them. So yes, she was having marshmallows for her snack. (Don’t call the nutrition police on me, yet!)
And if you give a “Peanut” a marshmallow, she is going to need a drink. So she went back to the kitchen for a drink and came running back in to the living room with a “milkbox.” I found these organic Horizons milkboxes at the store on Sunday. We always get them on our Saturday treks to the bagel shop – when I usually stop at Starbucks to get a coffee, the girls pick out either vanilla or chocolate milks.
So she comes running in with the milkbox and says, “Mom! Look! This is so great. Our house is just like Starbucks!”
Now if we could just get a coffee barista in the kitchen to make an endless supply of grande, non-fat mochas for Mommy, we’d never have to leave the house.