Her father’s daughter

Ella has recently begun to LOVE eating cereal. Not only in the morning, but immediately after lunch she goes looking for it and at night she loves to share a bowl with daddy. So this morning, she was in her highchair eating cereal like it was a competitive sport and it occurred to me how much she’s like her dad.

Not only is she tan with light brown hair (have you seen me?) but now she’s inherited his love of cereal. I have caught my husband numerous times throughout our married life eating cereal out of the largest bowl in the house. Sometimes it’s my biggest tupperware, sometimes it’s my mixing bowl and occassionally it’s our large popcorn bowl. When he eats cereal, my husband does not mess around. And it’s never for breakfast. To him it’s the perfect dinner.

This reminded me once when when I was whisking a fussy Ella from the bath off to bedtime, Steve gave her a wet willy. If you don’t have an older brother maybe you don’t know that a wet willy is when someone sticks a wet finger in your ear. It feels totally repulsive and just writing about it is giving me shivers. It’s the sorta thing my husband lives for. It’s in the same category as splashing water at an unsuspecting soul or depantsing someone. More of my husband’s favorite hobbies. Anyway, when he did this to fussy little Ella I though, “Oh boy, is he going to be sorry.” But as soon as he did it she lit up a little and just giggled. I was so relieved and I thought, “She really gets him.” And I was so happy that not only would Steve have someone that would appreciate his sense of humor but also because maybe from now on I won’t get depantsed while I’m trying to cook dinner.

Cereal anyone?