Spring…cooking…cartwheels…
posted in Alaska, Family, OmegaDotter |So Scribbit nails it here, about how it feels right now in Alaska, in the season that is known elsewhere as "Spring". Yes, you read it correctly when you hit the line "The sun isn’t going down until nearly nine o’clock now".
OmegaDad returns from a field trip this evening after two days away. On the home front, the dotter and I have been cooking and hanging out. She is now quite handy in the kitchen and I have even started allowing her to cut ingredients up with The Knife. Let me tell you how hard it is to act nonchalant while your daughter is very carefully cutting up green peppers and Italian sausage with The Knife, which is Sharp. Very. I kept having visions of her slicing one of her fingers through, but she managed in spite of my parental and discreet hyperventilating behind her.
A side effect of the Food Network is that she is determined to be a chef someday, and has taken to actually eating weird combinations of foods. "Weird", that is, in a six-year-old’s world view. We had kung pao chicken on Tuesday night–full of "weird" ingredients. She ate it all. She liked it! She called it "yummy"! And she asked if I could make it again next week!
Whoa.
This was followed by the next night’s homemade spaghetti sauce (thus the green peppers and Italian sausage), which, unfortunately, was not as great a hit. Even though she had specifically asked for it two nights running.
My mommy satisfaction quotient was quite high after these mother-dotter bonding experiences. In fact, my head was swelled. But then, at the dinner table last night, she informed me that "It’s just not as fun without daddy here." *Pop* went my MSQ, deflating to nothing.
Then, when talking with OmegaDad on the phone afterwards, he reminded me that she had missed me terribly while I was down in Arizona, and went on to say that he was fun, but I was comfort.
Heh. Which I proceeded to illustrate yesterday night by convincing the dotter that saying "I will have good dreams tonight" ten times in a row would make sure she didn’t have a nightmare, like she had had the night before. (A real doozy, that involved crying.)
Anyway, since the man has been away, and I have been devoting time to the dotter, the blog has suffered.
And it shows! Sheesh, guys. I don’t post for a day and my hits plummet. Bah! I say, BAH! Nowadays I don’t like looking at my site meter some days, because it makes me feel antsy and like someone is going to tell me to clean up my room.
In the meantime, I am trying (very hard) to put up an itty bitty video of her cartwheeling. Well, it’s up on my website, but how to get it to display is another thing. Some research is in order.
