Sunday, September 14, 2008, 12:17 p.m.
Libbey: Mommy, I am starving. Can I have something to eat?
Me: I'll fix you something as soon as I get Sissy down for her nap.
Libbey: But I'm starving!
Me: Give me 5 minutes. You won't die in 5 minutes I promise. If you start to feel as if you are dying, call Daddy at the hospital first. (We are always overtly dramatic in our family. Work with me, people.)
Five minutes later...
I walk into the kitchen and see this:
There sits my eldest child, dining away while circling every other item in the Kelly's Kids catalogue, 90% of which she won't be getting.
Me: Did you do that all by yourself? (Which was a stupid question because her father was at the hospital, and there are no lunch fairies at our house. Believe me, I've checked. Often.)
Libbey: I just couldn't wait for you, Mommy. Is that OK? I was really hungry. I wasn't dying, but I just couldn't wait. And actually, Daddy's too far away to help.
But the best part is that not only did she fix her own lunch, she also completely cleaned up after making it...witness:
She gets the OCD from her Dad. Look at the "Sleeping With the Enemy" manner in which she turned all the labels forward.
She even got the jelly into the top of the fridge door. Who knew she could even reach that high?
Now this little scenario might not be the least bit impressive to any of y'all. But I gotta tell you...it thrilled me from the top of my badly-in-need-of-touching-up roots to the tips of my badly-in-need-of-a-pedicure toes.
This week...a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, followed by a complete clean up & the putting away of items used to assemble said meal. Next week...I'm teaching her to steam crab legs, make clarified butter, cheese grits, and green beans. Followed by a complete clean up & the putting away of items used to assemble my favorite meal. Then she can vacuum the living room, fold a few loads of laundry, and put the clothes in their rightful drawers/closets.
Clearly, this is why I had kids.
Meanwhile I'll be eating bonbons, watching reruns of Designing Women, and pretending to be the Queen of Sheba.