Our mornings used to begin with Bella crying in her crib, which wouldn't stop until one of us threw on a bathrobe and our glasses and stumbed into her room. Fortunately, that's stopped for the most part. Now, she proclaims, "Daddy! Mommy!" quite insistently until one of us throws on our bathrobe and our glasses and stumbles into her room.
After the morning diaper change, we have to let the doggies outside. She used to just be content with being held while we did that - now she has to direct the doggies. They're 14, they've been outside thousands of times before, but Bella has to say, "Go on, doggie, go on!" to each one of them as they head outside.
Next is "makin' foffee". C. and I are big coffee drinkers, and we like our morning cups. I'll plop Bella down on the counter, and she directs me, much like she directs the doggies. First, Mommy has to get the filter ("Fil-tah here," as she sticks her fingers in the basket.) Next, "Wa-ter here," then "foffee here," and she counts ("two, two, three, four" - she's never been big on the concept of "one") as I spoon in the coffee grounds. After the "foffee" is brewed, she directs some more - "Mommy's foffee cup, Daddy's foffee cup, hot foffee, milk here, sugar here, spoon here."
I've offered her a sip of coffee before, but she doesn't like it (whew!) I think she just gets a kick out of helping me jump-start my morning. I know this routine won't last very long, but I hope it's longer than a few weeks. I enjoy my morning foffee-makin'.
That's so cute! Your daughter is so verbal too. Wow. (Can you guess that my 2 year old isn't?)
Posted by: Lawyer Mama | September 28, 2006 at 10:17 PM