You should’ve seen us, me and the baby. We piled out of bed around 10:30 and glided into the kitchen. Nicolaus, still wearing his soft white jammies, slid magically into his highchair. I gave him two little piles of shredded cheese and started working on a gourmet breakfast. This involved first washing the cookie sheet, then tugging at the wrapper of a can of biscuits to pop it open. Pop!
Life is so great.
While the biscuits were in the oven, I put on the Paul Simon CD that Kristina sent me for my birthday. Oh happy, peaceful music. When the cheese was gone, I pulled out a grapefruit and sliced it into itty bitty baby-safe bites. I danced to the music, doing little pirouettes in my socks on the vinyl kitchen floor. He grinned every time I spun around.
I checked on the biscuits – they were not quite done. A little more dancing and the grapefruit was gone. He bobbed his head and pointed to the CD player. When the biscuits were ready I pulled them apart and we shared the hot, flaky layers. He loves when food is all warm.
That’s what we did – eat, dance, sing, laugh until all the food was gone.