Grocery Shopping and Faces
Another couple of stories about James.
I remarked about the predominance of James stories here to Christine the other day. There's two main reasons for that. First, I just necessarily hang out with him more than Daniel right now. It's the nature of being three months old that you don't go very far from mama. Second, even the times I spend with Daniel are great, but they're of the variety where I do something like blow a raspberry and he squeals and waves his hands or kicks. He's not in the habit of surprising me or tricking me yet.
That'll come; sooner than I think.
Anyway, so James and I were out this morning -- it's Saturday after all -- and one of our stops was the grocery store. He was sitting in the seat on the upper level of one of those dual-layer shopping carts, kind of like that one over on the right.
During part of the expedition I was standing in the bread aisle looking for a very specific type of bread. It's really quite good, a smooth multigrain with a crazy amount of fibre per slice, generally good sugar and sodium contents and James likes it for his grilled cheese sandwiches (which is the most important factor, frankly). There was a woman stocking the shelves, though, and she had a stack of bread flats behind her, so there was no way I was going to get the cart through.
I parked James and the cart on one side of the woman and the stack of bread while I went down the rest of the aisle hunting my quarry. A minute or so of fruitless searching -- this particular smooth multigrain bread is actually pretty rare to find, a reason why I look any time I think of it -- had me returning to the cart empty-handed. It was then that I realized I hadn't heard anything out of James the whole time.
The top basket of the cart was absolutely packed with 1lb bags of ground coffee. James looked up and me and announced happily, "Daddy? Coffees!"
I'd parked him too close to the coffee shelf and while I was looking for bread he'd been amusing himself with removing coffee from the shelf and putting it in our cart. I couldn't do anything but laugh while I was loading the coffee back on the shelf. Behind me I heard the woman who was stocking the shelves laughing too.
Story number two, then.
We're sitting at the dinner table tonight and James is eating his cheesy bow-ties (the pinnacle of pasta-evolution, in our household). He's taking a long ol' time with his pasta because he's pretty full and very tired, but that's okay, I'm not in any rush. During one of his many pauses, though, I noticed he was making stranger faces than I'd seen before. And in quick succession, too. I admit to being a little concerned by them at first. I asked him what he was doing and if he was okay. He didn't respond, just made a new face. That's when I made the connection. I had place the very shiny pot on the table in front of him. Out of reach, but plenty close enough for him to see his own distorted reflection. So he was providing his own dinner-time entertainment. That little guy makes me laugh so much, it's awesome.
I remarked about the predominance of James stories here to Christine the other day. There's two main reasons for that. First, I just necessarily hang out with him more than Daniel right now. It's the nature of being three months old that you don't go very far from mama. Second, even the times I spend with Daniel are great, but they're of the variety where I do something like blow a raspberry and he squeals and waves his hands or kicks. He's not in the habit of surprising me or tricking me yet.
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Anyway, so James and I were out this morning -- it's Saturday after all -- and one of our stops was the grocery store. He was sitting in the seat on the upper level of one of those dual-layer shopping carts, kind of like that one over on the right.
During part of the expedition I was standing in the bread aisle looking for a very specific type of bread. It's really quite good, a smooth multigrain with a crazy amount of fibre per slice, generally good sugar and sodium contents and James likes it for his grilled cheese sandwiches (which is the most important factor, frankly). There was a woman stocking the shelves, though, and she had a stack of bread flats behind her, so there was no way I was going to get the cart through.
I parked James and the cart on one side of the woman and the stack of bread while I went down the rest of the aisle hunting my quarry. A minute or so of fruitless searching -- this particular smooth multigrain bread is actually pretty rare to find, a reason why I look any time I think of it -- had me returning to the cart empty-handed. It was then that I realized I hadn't heard anything out of James the whole time.
The top basket of the cart was absolutely packed with 1lb bags of ground coffee. James looked up and me and announced happily, "Daddy? Coffees!"
I'd parked him too close to the coffee shelf and while I was looking for bread he'd been amusing himself with removing coffee from the shelf and putting it in our cart. I couldn't do anything but laugh while I was loading the coffee back on the shelf. Behind me I heard the woman who was stocking the shelves laughing too.
Story number two, then.
We're sitting at the dinner table tonight and James is eating his cheesy bow-ties (the pinnacle of pasta-evolution, in our household). He's taking a long ol' time with his pasta because he's pretty full and very tired, but that's okay, I'm not in any rush. During one of his many pauses, though, I noticed he was making stranger faces than I'd seen before. And in quick succession, too. I admit to being a little concerned by them at first. I asked him what he was doing and if he was okay. He didn't respond, just made a new face. That's when I made the connection. I had place the very shiny pot on the table in front of him. Out of reach, but plenty close enough for him to see his own distorted reflection. So he was providing his own dinner-time entertainment. That little guy makes me laugh so much, it's awesome.
Oh for the love of kids. This is so cute.
ReplyDeleteJoe, I think that you have the making for a cartoon strip in these in these blog posts. Just like For Better or Worst. Very entertaining...
Hugs,
Julia
Thanks Julie. I don't think it's all that different than other parents and their kids, but since I want to write it down and not forget about it, I'm enjoying sharing the stories as well.
ReplyDeleteToday we were at "Touch a Truck". I might write something about that later, too. Mostly for James it was "Point at a Truck and Say What It Is", but that's cool. However he wants to have fun is fine with me!
I can just see him making faces at himself in the pot and thinking that it was even better because he looked distorted to begin with!
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