Monday, December 14, 2009

anything goes

Bella was gettting around now. OK. Well, inside. Not outside. When, she looked out, she saw that a sheet of ice had shielded the car. No way would she be going out in that with Sophie and Gib.

Yes, as luck would have it and, she knew she'd depended on them far too long, Kal and Whitney couldn't keep Gib forever. Of course, she missed him. Didn't make it any easier to keep track of him.

She'd have nightmares about him taking off out the back door. Eating snow. Always into something. It made her tired dreaming about all the horrible things he could possibly do.

But as it was he'd look at her. Find a way to be on top of her when he could, grabbing hold a lock of hair, watching everything the other baby would do. Sleep. Nurse. Looking at Bella. Looking at Sophie. Sometimes, a dance would happen as he'd stand next to Bella on the couch, he'd attempt to jump, but she wouldn't let him. He seemed to enjoy this the most. He'd tried to slap Sophie away from her breast, but he was getting better and not quite so fussy about it.

Finally, Bella got around to turning on the TV to find that Days of our Lives was on, and she hadn't even had breakfast yet. Also another wintery advisory was in full force too as a sentence streamed at the bottom of the TV screen about all the new closings. Naturally, Fish's school wasn't one of the places. More snow.

She decided she needed to boil an egg or something so she put Sophie in her crib and went to put Gib in his.

"You are just going to have to entertain yourself." Bella sighed. She'd sang to him, talked to him, read his favorite book. "Please, be tired and take a nap." Instead, a bit of exciting babble came from him, and he was jumping about as if he might do a trick for her.

Bella rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen. Naturally he threw his pacifier at her. She saw what he did, but she wasn't going to give it to him. She went to put an egg on to boil, and looked in the fridge for some juice.

She heard something. Not quite sure what it was. A noise. She closed the fridge. She heard the pitter-patter of little feet. Bella's eyes lit. He couldn't have, could he?

She heard him laugh as if were the best thing he'd ever tried. Next thing she knew he was hugging her knee.

"How did you do that?" She was so scared now. Gib could do anything he liked, she guess.


Cream together: 1/2 c. shortening 1 egg 1 c. sugar 1 tsp. vanilla 1 (3 oz.) box Jello (any flavor)
Add: 2 tbsp. milk 2 1/2 c. flour 3/4 tsp. salt

Drop by teaspoon onto ungreased cookie sheet. Flatten with the bottom of glass which has been dipped in sugar. Bake 400 degrees about 12 minutes. Yields 5 1/2 dozen.


Keith said...

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Ivyoaks said...

I so feel for Bella. That Gib is all boy!

The cookies sound good.

diane said...

Haha, I can relate. My son climbed out of his crib at one year old.
That's an interesting recipe.

ellie said...

Kids are something.

heath and nick said...

Kids can do the most amazing things. I so feel for her.