"I'm A Little Fishy"
Gabriel is sitting beside me in Mommy's chair as I write tonight's blog. He is enjoying a late Goldfish snack.
Gabriel says, "Write that Mommy is going to sleep in her room." So I do.
Now his Goldfish are talking to both of us, "Hi, I'm a little fishy. Now there's someone who wants to eat me. Ahhhhh!" Gabriel chews up the cracker and walks back to the desk, far from the computers, where our cups of water rest. He takes a drink and returns to Mommy's computer chair.
Gabriel is looking at pictures on the computer while he eats. Mom has left up some icons she is working on to help expand visuals on our main site and build out our Recommends features.
"Hey, Daddy, look! A book is on there." Gabriel points to the screen. "And I see something else. It's called an art-cutter thing. I see words, Daddy."
"What do you think the words say?" I ask.
We practice our letters, but Gabriel is busy making up a story. "This says we cut up our scrapbook and make pictures," he says.
"How's your snack coming."
"Good. Wee, fishy. I'm... uh... Daddy, I cracked my fishy cracker. Hey, Dad, would you like to have another fishy cracker?"
I grab one from his fingers with my mouth.
He laughs. "Hey, you're supposed to use your hands. Here I'll give you another one."
And the game continues.
Gabriel is up way past his bedtime. Today was Gabriel's first weekday home with Janette and Hannah. All three of them are sick - colds plus whatever Hannah has. Although Gabriel didn't take a nap today, he woke at 10am (3 plus hours later than usual), pushing his bedtime off a bit. Janette has retreated to bed to nurse her own cold, and Hannah is asleep doing the same. Gabriel and I are getting some time in the office. Soon, I'll herd him to bed, but for now, we're just playing.
-- Dad
