1 Mother 2 Another

We’re still in the midst of the Love
Fest Known As Cora’s Birthday Celebration; we’ve had
several days of parties and dinners with family, and more yet to
come. So I won’t fill you in on the whole birthday experience
yet. But there is one aspect that deserves its own piece –


Cora’s first bite of chocolate cake.

My girl had her first taste of chocolate
(and cake, as well) at her party over the weekend, and boy did she
enjoy it. I put that cupcake in front of her and expected her to go
to town, shoveling it in hand over fist; after all, she’d
been smelling chocolate on my breath and watching Maddie nearly
worship the stuff for quite a while, and she knew it was something
special. But she didn’t plunge in the way I’d expected.


At first, she barely touched the frosting on her cupcake with one
tiny finger, getting a miniscule amount to lick and try. When she
was convinced it was the real thing, her finger scoops became
bigger, but she still didn’t do the grab-and-cram that you
usually see toddlers do.


Instead, she ate her entire cupcake one dainty fingerful at a time.
While the other kids were long gone from the table, finished and
playing with all the toys, she was still methodically swiping and
licking, swiping and licking. She worked her way thoroughly through
the cupcake, and there was a fair amount of mess on her face and
fingers when she was through, but she clearly never felt the need
for quantity over quality. Her second piece of cake, on her actual
birthday, was consumed in much the same way, one demure forkful at
a time. I can only deduce that she recognizes quality and is
determined to enjoy the gastronomic experience.


Yikes. Time to hide my stash of good chocolate.