If you’re a dedicated Belle Squeaks reader (Hi, Mom), you’ve noticed a drop off in posts the last few weeks. First came the travel excuse: far from home with limited internet access, o woe is me. Second came the stomach flu excuse: I re-thought my dedication to natural childbirth as I dry heaved into the porcelain throne for the eighth time in four hours. Third came the child-with-stomach-flu excuse: seeing dinner a second time is much, much less appetizing when it’s someone else’s and it arrives splattered on your pajamas at 1:30 am. Now my final excuse: my to-d0 list could fill an encyclopedia. All that to say, Belle Squeaks has been slow lately but will be up and running per usual come Monday. Please stop back.
Luckily, Little Friend has been teaching me a thing or two about the inadequacy of words lately. Granted, she’s still not speaking more than ten intelligible words (yes, I’ve called my doctor in sheepish mom-frenzy, and no, there’s no cause for alarm, yet, and yes, I’m already worrying about the “yet”), so treatises on the exhilarating beauty of fall are simply not to be found in our house this year.
But sometimes a face can speak louder than any word.
Like this face. After her very first sip of hot chocolate.
Nothing like playing in afternoon rain puddles to arrive back in a snug, warm kitchen with real hot chocolate in the mug. Little Friend did say one word after her first sip: “Moooooore.”
To enjoy your own rainy autumn day hot cocoa, look no further than Penzey’s Spices’ Dutch Cocoa. Just 4 Cups of milk, 3 TB sugar, 2 TB Dutch Cocoa, and a dash of cinnamon and vanilla heated on the stove will have you saying “Mooooore” too.
Hi back at you! Glad you’re back. And thumbs up to good old fashioned from scratch hot chocolate.
Beth, you’ve got that right… that picture says a thousand words, and it’s absolutely priceless. Isabelle is such a cutie! I’m sorry you guys have been sick and I hope you feel better 🙂
I noticed the drop off…but I suppose you have good reasons. 🙂 (Even though there is no shout out to me.) Love the face! Watch out though…this is how it started with Lydia and now you know it is hot chocolate every time!
Beth
The picture of Isabelle brings out a big smile and also memories of her mom at the same age. I seem to remember that you had your own means of communicating too. When you decided to talk, it was in full sentences. Enjoy these very special times.
Dad