On New Year’s Eve, we had chicken cacciatore for dinner.  So Chris and I are sitting on the couch, Maia’s in her high chair, we’re watching The Office like usual, and during a commercial break we’re watching her eat.  She’s picking up strands of spaghetti and tossing them casually aside. Then she picks up a chunk of chicken and shoves it into her mouth, before digging through the spaghetti again.  She’s been doing stuff like this a lot lately, where she eats her favourite part of a meal first before going for the rest — for example, we had roast chicken, crescent rolls, and brussel sprouts with bacon tonight, and her order of eating was the crescent roll first, the roast chicken second, the bacon third, and the sprouts last.  She ate everything, though!

The dogs circle below her as she eats, and every once in awhile they get excited.  They begin whimpering and prancing around on their hind legs, and sometimes they’ll even yelp/bark in anticipation.  Joss did this when a strand of spaghetti dangled from Maia’s tray, just out of his reach, and Chris hollered, “JOSS!” It scared the dog, and it scared Maia too.

She startled so hard that she shook the tray, then she stared at Chris in amazement.  He apologized for frightening her, looked back at the tv — and she yelled at him!  I laughed and laughed and laughed.  What an attitude!