Goldilocks

It began with Mama’s “hot tea.”  Every morning I have one cup of tea and it is heaven.  Tazo’s Awake tea… even better than those expensive British brands.  In any case, it required significant Jakey training as he has always been highly prone to jostling, bumping, crashing, and spilling.  All of which are highly incompatible with stain-inducing, scalding hot liquids.  Jake knows to give me and my teacup a wide berth, “Hot tea!  Mama’s hot tea!”

We did have one cringe-worthy incident, probably about a year ago, when I was drinking hot water with lemon… perhaps that time when Jake’s infantigo (impetigo) gave me strep throat, twice, and I thought I was going to die.  Jake tried to climb into my lap, fiery-hot liquid went flying in a lava-like arch, a bit of which made angry red marks on his little baby arm.  I cried for half an hour and Jacob cried, only because I was crying.  One of my lowest Mommy moments.  Right up there with the 1-month-old Baby Nate’s baby thumb fingernail clipper incident.

So, “hot” is a very important and oft used word in our house.  Steam, fog, at times a shaft of sunshine, are all worthy of pointing and a cautiously excited, “Hot!”

We then added “cold” to the repetoire.  And finally “warm.”  I remember it was bath time and Jakey was in the tub, looking up at me with those big hazel eyes and he says, “Hot?”
And I say, “No, not too hot.”
And he says, “Rum?”
“What?”
“Rum?”
I’m thinking, what is he talking about?  All I can think of is the roaring 20’s and bathtub booze or something…

“Ahhh.  Warm.  Yes!  Waaaarm.”

Now his declarations have become less inquisitive and more dictatorial.  “Too hot!”  “Too cold!”  Last night, after ingesting five pieces of brakiki (broccoli), the next piece was, all of a sudden, “Too hot!”  It wasn’t even kind of hot.  I’d say it was lucky if it was room temperature.

“No Jakey, it’s not hot at all.”
The latest phrase, “Yesth it is!”

There’s just no arguing with our little Goldilocks.

Baby Nake drinking “hot tea.”