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January 5, 2013 / Mettā Reiki Center


Ali and I had a great day last week. We started out with breakfast, which ended up all over both of us. After which, Ali decided it was time for mischief.




Then it was off to the bakery. It was Gramma’s birthday, so we went to Nona’s Sweets where you can pick your own toppings. We sampled snickerdoodle cupcakes, then Ali taste tested frosting to see which would work best. In the end, chocolate buttercream and cream cheese frosting won out. I preferred the latte flavored frosting, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let someone dare give this already super-active child anything CLOSE to coffee.


After Nona’s Sweets, it was off to Gramma and Grampa’s house to deliver the cupcakes. On the way, we made a pit stop to change the oil in the car. I was a little nervous about running this errand with the baby in tow, but luckily it fell right during a naptime so the guys in the shop were able to “ooh” and “ahh” over the “cute kiddo”. And get my car done in less than 10 minutes.

Gramma and Grampa’s house is quite an adventure for Ali. For one thing, everything that she doesn’t see on a daily basis is new to her at this age. Plus, she has the undivided attention of adoring grandparents. And grandparents have neat things all around the house for her to explore – like picture frames, flat screen TV’s, mobile phone chargers, deer statues, coasters, and so on. Visiting other people’s homes reminds me how completely babyproofed our house is – we’ve eliminated so much furnishing in our living room that there is a pronounced echo from the telly. *sigh*

Once Ali felt she was adequately spoiled and ready for her nap (after having her lunch and God only knows how many cookies from Grampa), we settled back into the car and headed home. After dinner, Ali crawled up to me and patted my leg, as she usually does when she wants to be held (which usually is for about 5 seconds, then she wants down again). So I picked her up and plopped her on my lap.

She reached onto the end table toward her box of snacks that I keep filled with Cheerios, so I figured it was time for dessert. I got a few Cheerios out and held them out in my hand, figuring that she’d use that adorable little finger/thumb thing she does to cram 2 or 3 in her mouth. She picked one up with her sticky little paw and worked it around her hand for a few moments, then looked up at me with a huge grin.

She wanted to share her Cheerios with me.

It doesn’t sound like much of a big deal, I guess. But in my world it was huge. You see, to me, children this age are innocents. If they trust you, by God you’ve earned it. But to have a 13 month old want to share something with you…I was floored. As silly as it sounds, it was an honor that she wanted to give something to me. So, to her great delight, I devoured the little sticky, fuzz-laden Multi-Grain Cheerio with gusto, chewed it heartily using my “nom nom nom” noise while she squealed with laughter. I quickly grabbed a green fruit Cheerio (her favorite) and she opened her mouth like a little bird. This went on for probably 15 minutes before the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme interrupted our little exchange.

I figured this was a one-time fun thing that I would have to tuck away in the memory books to remember when Ali grew up. But much to my surprise, the next night, same bat time, same bat channel, she was back there again, patting on my leg, reaching for the Cheerio box, and ready to make sure Mommy had her multi-grain dessert. I was FLOORED. When my husband saw this exchange, it was the first time I heard him describe something as being “precious”.

And indeed it was.

Being a parent teaches you a lot of interesting lessons that you never would have thought of if you did not have children. This lesson being that there is not a delicacy in this world as wonderful as a sticky Cheerio being given to you by your 13 month old daughter.

Life is good.



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