Ok, I have a challenge for all of you, dear readers. Look at
the picture of a really cute baby and let me know what the very first thing you
notice is. Oh, don't worry, I'll wait.
No, I'm not referring to the fact that Ethan is laying on
one of Ellie's pink quilts. Don't judge me; it was downstairs and easily
accessible at the time. Try again. Sorry, I am not referring to the epic smile
plastered across the little man's face either. It is a pretty epic smile
though, right?
For the interest of time (and word count), I'll go ahead and
tell you what the right answer is. It's the eyes. Big, blue, and shining.
What's interesting about that picture is the fact that it is physically
possible for Ethan to have his eyes open wider than that. For the record, it's
possible for both Ethan and Ellie to open their eyes a little too much. I'll
explain.
As Ethan is getting older, there is added importance on
interacting with him more. Honestly, this is something I'm still trying to
figure out. Number one, I struggle with interacting with infants as I somewhat
view them as a new decoration or adornment. Don't get me wrong as I definitely
love my son (and Ellie at that age). I just struggle with relating.
Lucky for me, my wife is the opposite. She was seemingly
born with an innate sense of how to care for our kids. Either that or she is
not shy about searching for tips from friends, books, or the internet. That
leads us to today's activity with Ethan.
During a text conversation with Bethany, she informed me
that Ethan was at an age where he would absolutely love being flown around like
an airplane. Of course, like any veteran father, I needed to ask for exact
details of how to do so. Once I had the details in hand, I took Ethan, well, I
took him in my hand and proceeded to fly him around the kitchen and living
room. With every dip or rise in the flight pattern, I saw my son's eyes widen
to the point where the whites covered more visible surface area than the blue.
Of course, none of this could be done without Ellie
following along in my every footstep. That brings me to my next point
pertaining to eyes widening. In this instance, when one's eyes are larger than
one's stomach.
Simply put, Ellie loves to eat. I'm rather hopeful this will
lead her down the road to a Bobby Flay-esque career. At bare minimum, I'm
hopeful she will take over cooking for holidays in the future. More likely, it
just means she's growing and needs the added nutrition.
Lunch today began with Ellie partaking in a hearty helping
of Taco Pie. This delicacy has everything a growing girl needs to fill her up:
cornbread, taco meat, cheese, and salsa. Once she got about 3/4 of the way
through her meal, Ellie stopped, turned to me, and announced, "I would
like an apple, please." Now, I'm definitely not going to turn down that
level of politeness so therefore, I went to slice her an apple.
Once I brought it to the table, Ellie happily chomped down
on the first slice, polishing it off rather quickly. She then started on the
second slice. After taking a massive first bite, she swallowed, looked at me
and announced, "I'm full." Like Ethan on his plane ride, Ellie too
suffered from a case of widened eyes. The only difference was that while
Ethan's eyes were wide because of his experience, Ellie's were wide due to the
promise of unnecessary food.
There is a positive to take away from this though. At least
Ellie's afternoon snack is already sliced up and ready to go. Yay for
unintentional snack pre-preparation. #DaddyWrite
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