We are neck deep in daycare cold season and Cece has a doozy right now. It’s chapped her nose, but hasn’t dulled her spirits too much. She’s just leaking all over the house. Mama has taken to mopping with Purell in an effort to contain the plague and keep us parents upright. The verdict is still out on whether it will work.
Otherwise, the whole family is climbing the walls just waiting for spring. Cecilia visited her grandparents last weekend in Philly and was ecstatic to actually be able to see the grass. She went a little nutty and sprinted around the house three times before collapsing in a heap of smiles and curls. Needless to say the return to the frozen, snow crusted wilds of Boston was a bit of a letdown. Sprinting headlong around the dining room table 37 times just isn’t the same outlet.
Living in such close proximity this snowbound winter, we’ve noticed Cecilia is entering that distinct toddler phase known as the mimic. She’s a sponge for facial expressions, daily routines, verbal tics and offhand remarks. Just in the last weeks she’s flaunted her knowledge by prepping my coffee cup, bringing me my slippers, and reminding Mama that Daddy likes two fingers of scotch, neat.
Here was our exchange last night, while prepping for bed. We were reading ‘Eats’, a word association and picture book. Mouse…cheese, Squirrel…acorn, bird…worn. You get the idea. The books build to a rousing conclusion on the last page:
Daddy: “And who eats ice cream?”
Now we know who’s been polishing off the sundae’s in the Friendly’s kid’s meal! So beware, you’re secrets are no longer safe with Cecilia.