Letters from Grenada

Yesterday around 4PM I decided to have a little rest before I started on my cheesecake mission. I woke up an hour ago.

Bean stood right in front of my face.

“Good morning, Mommy,” he whispered.

“Good morning, honey.”

“I love you.” At this point it becomes obvious that we’ve been working on his waking-up-Mommy skills, which had previously consisted primarily of jumping on my head.

“I love you too, baby.” I am so not a morning person, but I’m smiling like a fool.

“You know all that cream cheese you got? In the little silver boxes? Grandma says that if you say it’s OK I can open the boxes. So can I? Can I open the boxes?”

“Of course you can. Just wait for me. I’m getting up right now.”

But he was too excited to wait, and bolted up the stairs to the kitchen.

And so my Christmas Eve began.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Posted on December 24th, 2009 under Grenada • Tags: christmas, family, from the mouths of babes, joaquin the illustrious bean, kitchen alchemy, love, motherhood. •  Print This Post •  Email This Post • RSS 2.0 feed • Both comments and pings are currently closed