Fresh Milk
We toddled downstairs,
My toddler and I.
This was after she woke up, many hours after I had awoken to tackle tasks...
She smiled sleepily as she joined me, lying in our guest bedroom where I had been tapping away, focused, clearing my correspondence-plate in anticipation of what would be a morning I could spend with just her.
A nice mid-week treat.
Somewhere between 4 a.m. and 8 a.m. I worked.
I finished my pressing tasks and emails and even managed to get laundry washed.
I was sort of my own hero.
And so when she joined me I was able to put away my plate and snuggle.
She smiled as we stared at each other for a long while, words unspoken.
After the minutes passed, I affectionately cooed, "Hi, my baby" the way I do each day.
"Hi my baby mommy" she offered back, smugly.
She held my face close as she whispered, in an almost mocking gesture, but one I know is sweet and sincere and shared just between us.
And when we finally landed downstairs without much provocation she requested,
"fresh milk please."
And I smiled as I confirmed her order,
"You want fresh milk?"
"Yes, please".
And I don't know where or when she decided that milk would heretofore be called "fresh" milk and I am not certain if she is aware that, though organic, we buy our milk from what is known as a "store" and it is "pasteurized" and I most certainly do not "milk" the cow.
But as with most words and phrases she has adopted I have decided we will continue to call it 'fresh milk'.
And I was doubly pleased when she requested ice in her milk- just the way my father liked to drink his and just as I like to drink most of my beverages, including coffee.
I enjoy hearing my daughter refer to zebras as "breezas", and I am delighted that she refers to the iPad as an "iPan" and I am most pleased when my daughter refers to her friend Cassidy as "Caddisy".
It's hard not to revel in this age, though at times the occasional melt-downs have me wondering what has possessed my otherwise delightful daughter.
She thrills me each day.
She gives me a "fresh" reason to marvel and scratch my head and delight in what would otherwise be the uneventful days of my life.
I Love Her.
My toddler and I.
This was after she woke up, many hours after I had awoken to tackle tasks...
She smiled sleepily as she joined me, lying in our guest bedroom where I had been tapping away, focused, clearing my correspondence-plate in anticipation of what would be a morning I could spend with just her.
A nice mid-week treat.
Somewhere between 4 a.m. and 8 a.m. I worked.
I finished my pressing tasks and emails and even managed to get laundry washed.
I was sort of my own hero.
And so when she joined me I was able to put away my plate and snuggle.
She smiled as we stared at each other for a long while, words unspoken.
After the minutes passed, I affectionately cooed, "Hi, my baby" the way I do each day.
"Hi my baby mommy" she offered back, smugly.
She held my face close as she whispered, in an almost mocking gesture, but one I know is sweet and sincere and shared just between us.
And when we finally landed downstairs without much provocation she requested,
"fresh milk please."
And I smiled as I confirmed her order,
"You want fresh milk?"
"Yes, please".
And I don't know where or when she decided that milk would heretofore be called "fresh" milk and I am not certain if she is aware that, though organic, we buy our milk from what is known as a "store" and it is "pasteurized" and I most certainly do not "milk" the cow.
But as with most words and phrases she has adopted I have decided we will continue to call it 'fresh milk'.
And I was doubly pleased when she requested ice in her milk- just the way my father liked to drink his and just as I like to drink most of my beverages, including coffee.
I enjoy hearing my daughter refer to zebras as "breezas", and I am delighted that she refers to the iPad as an "iPan" and I am most pleased when my daughter refers to her friend Cassidy as "Caddisy".
It's hard not to revel in this age, though at times the occasional melt-downs have me wondering what has possessed my otherwise delightful daughter.
She thrills me each day.
She gives me a "fresh" reason to marvel and scratch my head and delight in what would otherwise be the uneventful days of my life.
I Love Her.
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