I’ve been telling Nadia stories on Facebook a bit, but there are some that are too long to post, and sometimes I think I post too much about Nadia there, so I’m going to try and start writing some of the things she says or does over here.
I bought some coconut cookies by Thinster (not Mrs. Thinster, as far as I can tell, but I can’t seem to find any pictures of this product anywhere…) at Costco a few weeks ago, and they never managed to make it into the house, despite me raving about them and telling David that he REALLY NEEDS TO TRY THESE. I’ve been eating them on my commutes to and from work, and occasionally sharing them with Nadia. She’s usually more interested in a bar of some kind, or a pouch. These cookies feel really wholesome to me…they’ve only got about seven ingredients, all of which I have in the house (except soy lecithin): coconut, flour, butter…etc. (I’m not getting paid by either Costco or Thinster’s…but I would absolutely take some of them as a thank you for this post. :D )
These are not the cookies that I have in my car, but I think they might be by the same company. I really want to try these too…
Anyway. I practically can hear the grandparents saying, “Get on with the part about the grandaughter!” Hah. Murphy is probably going to bite me for this one…oh well…
We’ve been incredibly lucky with Nadia. She’s always been a pretty easy going kid, although we’ve definitely seen our share of stormy weather with her. We have not taken any of it for granted. Here’s a couple of examples. On the way home today, Nadia wanted some of
my those cookies. She got one, but it happened to have a chunk taken out of it (we were getting close to the bottom of the bag. Don’t judge…). No problem. This two year old was just happy to have a cookie. Yay! I’ll admit I held my breath. I always expect her to morph into the terrible twos.
From the backseat a few minutes later: “Mumma?”
I decided to push my luck. I grabbed a cookie from the bag, snapped it in half and handed her the pieces. “One cookie…two cookies!”, which she ate happily. I’m not sure how long I’m going to be able to get away with
not sharing as many of my cookies giving her broken cookies, but I’ll take it for as long as I can.
Later this evening, I had just finished changing her diaper during which I took her shoes off since it was getting toward bed time. We were walking out of her room when she stopped dead still in the middle of the hall. I had just turned off the light so I nearly tripped over her.
“It’s late. We don’t need shoes.” (Expectation: tantrum storm of epic proportions. Reality?)
“Oh. Ok.” and she kept walking.
Tomorrow’s blog post? The sudden emergence of the Terrible Twos? Maybe. :/