Life With Sadie

Tonight we had leftover pot roast, which I’d moved from the crockpot to the large blue pan.  The liquid had turned to gravy, so I didn’t need to heat up the little bit of that I had left.  Great with lots of bread.

Anyway, in SadieWorld, pattern recognition means that the big blue pan equals spaghetti.

She loves spaghetti.  They both do.  Pasta is a can’t miss meal, with red sauce, white sauce, or butter and parm cheese.

When she ever saw the plate with beef, carrots, potatoes, gravy, and bread, it was like someone had killed her best friend, or she’d just learned she could never have another spice drop, ever.

There was no reasoning with her.  Even promising spaghetti tomorrow, and praising her for it being a good idea, went nowhere.  Take the way you develop a craving that borders on expectation, then apply Sadieness to it, and it’s all over.  It was so pathetic, we put on a tiny bit of water and a small amount of spaghetti, warning her it would be butter and parm, not red sauce.  Exactly the thing we’ll want to discourage, but she was just heartbroken that the blue pan’s contents were all wrong.

So she ate her bread while we ate our meal, then she had part of a bowl of spaghetti and Valerie had a little of it too, despite having eaten all her carrots, some of her meat and potatoes, and some of my bread.

She thanked us by making bedtime even more miserable than has been normal.  The heat hasn’t been helping.

Meanwhile, she’s getting better and better using Paint on the computer, and has been spending extended times without even needing help.  The big problem is with the two of them sharing a desk for two computers, neither mouse has enough room.  I called her Dan today, when she was completely engrossed in drawing on her computer, after her cousin whose footsteps she’s following.  Which just gets a response of “no, I’m Sadie Rose!” Though now she seems to understand that we’re making a joke when we do that.

Tonight she learned how to use YouTube.  She already knew how to click replay after watching the Sesame Street pinball video that goes 1 to 12.  She was a bit shy about it, but knew.  Now she knows how to scroll through the eight suggested other videos it displays two at a time after it’s done playing, and to click on one of those.  While Valerie was finally getting to sleep, Sadie was at my other computer watching Sesame Street video clips.

Posted by on 01/09 at 11:16 PM

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