Yesterday Annie and I made a trip to Sam's Club. One of her favorite activities is to be handed the selected items so she can them toss them over her shoulder into the cart. The size, weight nor quantity of the products at Sam's will detour her from her mission. Among our purchases was a 12 pack of tomato paste.
When we came home she had a difficult time separating from the tomato paste. She attempted to gather 6 of the cans in her arms as she walked around the kitchen.
A short time later, I left for a brief meeting and Annie was not happy. Tim tried consoling her. Apparently, the only thing that calmed her was allowing her to hold onto a can of the tomato paste.
When I returned the can was coated with yogurt, juice and every other food item Tim tried to pacify her with.
Today we thought my leaving briefly might go better. It didn't. Tim took Annie out for a walk, wheeled her in the stroller, tried to play games, have tea parties and do puzzles. Finally as she was standing in front of the kitchen cabinet pointing and crying. Tim open the doors and lifted her up to see what could possibly distract her until her mother returned!
The tomato paste!
So tonight, Tim desperate to have Annie take comfort in his care, the two traveled to the mall to see the lights and decorations. Nervous that she was unhappy away from me, I sent Tim a text message asking how she was doing.
His reply: "Good. Just hanging out dreaming of tomato paste!"
While at the mall, Annie ran to Tim and wrapped her arms around his leg for the first time. Although she has not yet figured out he is the key to her "cash flow" she realizes he knows where the tomato paste is kept. A Christmas wish come true!
Sounds like your days are filled with adventures and fun. Is it possible Annie gets cuter with each passing day?!
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