Just a few weeks ago the sight of such a large box would have enticed my Lily into just about anything. This evening? She struts in from the car and her response to my excited “do you want to help me open this huge cool package?”
Is…and I quote…because I am drafting this post the very evening of this occurrence…”no, that’s OK (?!?) you can use my red scissors to open it and I’ll go turn on a show for one minute (?!?) while you make my dinner (?!?!), then you can surprise me with the box (?!?).”
Excuse me? What? Dang, don’t I wish a home cooked meal took “one minute” and then what’s this “turn on a show” business?! Since when is my (just now) 3 year old watching TV at home? Apparently since now, and she was too engrossed to even say “cheeeeese” as she normally does. Look at the glazed stare below. Where has my baby gone?!
Oddly enough, I didn’t protest and she did go turn on a show (love PBS) and it took me all of 10 minutes to throw together dinner (I prep the night before). I have to say it was…nice to actually cook alone without a “mommy, come see this.” Now granted, I love to come see whatever Lily’s doing but sometimes something is about to burn on the stove and you have to see to the stove instead of the kid (sorry, Lily, I’m not your father). At the end of the day, Marlow the cat was the only one who enjoyed the box. Lily showed up in time for dinner and said, “hey, do we have any cucumbers or tomatoes or something?” God I love that child! Life is good. But can someone please teach me how to make dinner in “one minute?” Please?