Thursday, March 01, 2007

Mysterious spaghetti and parades

We had spaghetti for dinner last night. I give WCB a really big pile of noodles -- sans sauce -- because the majority of the noodles end up on the floor or in the pocket of her bib instead of in her mouth. After we finished dinner, I cleaned up, we played for about an hour, she had a bath, put on fresh pajamas and went to bed. When I went in to check on her a few hours later ... there was a dried spaghetti noodle stuck to her face. Where did it come from? How did it survive the bath? I've been fixated on it all day.

WCB has invented a new game called "Parade". First, we find anything that can be a musical instrument: It's usually a pie pan and a spoon, although we also have a kazoo and an old plastic water bottle filled with beads that works as a maraca. Then we march around the dining room table. Again and again. And again. And again. When Jay gets home, we have to start a brand new parade with the three of us. WCB is always Grand Marshall. Last night, I gave her the still-inflated helium mylar balloon left over from Valentine's Day so we could pretend it was Mighty Mouse and we were in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I think next time, we'll stop in the middle of the dining room and lip sync to a brand new Broadway show. Al Roker can host.


Karen's sister said...

Yay! Tell WCB that her cousin also has a Gatorade bottle filled with beans that she's more than happy to shake in a parade some time.

And this might be kind of gross, but we had a strange food incident too the other day. WCBII had peas and carrots for lunch, and when we changed her diaper, hours later, there was not only pee... but peas! How they got in there, I have no idea. WCBII was wearing a onesie. Creepy.

David E said...

Next time, check her cheeks!!!