Finally

On Thursday morning, Elise slept in until nearly 7 (a new trend that we love, especially on the weekends!). She said she was hungry (“eat” is usually the first word she says every morning, with “Elmo” coming in at a close second) so I told her I would take her down to get breakfast while Marty packed her bag. This strategy of splitting up is great in theory, but Elise likes it when we all do things together. Whenever one of us takes her somewhere or does something in a different room than the other parent, she always incessantly asks for the missing parent. She likes all three of us to be together at all times. Which is sort of cute, I suppose, but completely impractical.

Anyway, I started taking Elise down the stairs and she stopped on every step for a good 10 seconds to turn around and remind Daddy that he, too, should be coming down the stairs. Needless to say it took about 3 minutes and 15 “Daddy!” hollers to make it to the living room, and by then, the colorful blocks that were sitting in the corner of the living room thwarted her goal of food and she suddenly had an intense need to play (she gets easily distracted).

A few minutes later Marty started coming down the stairs and she looked up at him as he approached and stood up. “Daddy!” she said with excitement, and when he reached the bottom of the stairs, she shakes her head and says “Finally!”