That’s her new thing. Harper has learned that clapping signifies happiness. Perhaps I am overly concerned with cognitive and physical development in my child. I imagine most other first time parents are as well. You’re just incredibly eager to see your child progressing as quickly as possible and at the same time terrified that you will miss a milestone. So seeing Harper clap for a specific reason, and the specific reason being to express pleasure pleased me greatly.
The fact that it was me who made her happy is the real lede, however. I bust ass to get home from work before she goes down for the night and most nights I manage to make it. When I open the door I hear the wife saying: “Guess who it is, it’s Dada. Dada’s home”. Then I walk in and Harper looks at me. She turns away quickly then methodically pivots back to look me right in the eyes. There’s a moment of complete incomprehension that breaks my heart every time. Then she breaks into a big grin, laughs and starts clapping her hands like a lunatic.
The wife asked me to look into some more interactive toys for H. I tried to show her a toy I found online. Her response?
"What the fuck is that? Make a list of the ten toys you think are the best and send that to me with your notes. What is this, hard for you?"
The beauty of the relationship is that she’s wildly effective and I can address her in the same way when the situation calls for it.
Dice onions and peppers as finely as possible then sweat them heavily in garlic and olive oil. Blanch quinoa in chicken, beef or lamb stock. Drain quinoa and toss it in a smoking hot wok with the pepper and onion mixture and you have a healthy, delicious approximation of fried rice.
I’m sorry but I hate quinoa and I hate that everyone on Pinterest and Facebook seem to love quinoa like it is an actual real substitute for food that tastes good. I especially hate that it is pronounced “keen-wah.”