raisin guy

4/22/24

A pattern I really like about my husband, that I just noticed: when he sees us drifting apart, one of his first instincts is to hold me tight for a long time, not saying a word.

something that surprised me yesterday: how much food can actually comfort. I came down to dinner, and dad had made my favorites – chilean seabass and lamb chops. Together, for the same dinner! When I saw them after sitting down, I almost cried.

4/23/24

I think this talking phase that Hunter is currently in is my favorite. Because he will only get more logical and comprehensible from now on. But right now he’s a mix of understandable/silly gibberish. He’s poetic all the time. yesterday morning, when he woke up and my back was to him, he said, “Mama? Can you mama?” I smiled and said yes and turned to face him and hug him.

4/25/24

this morning, while Hunter was eating from a snack box of raisins in my room (many times tilting his head back and shaking the whole box into his mouth), he declared to no one in particular, “nice day to eat raisins!” Then got up and was looking at himself in the mirror while he ate and kept saying “raisin guy” with different intonations, for a good while.

he also frequently when eating, will grab two of something and eat them simultaneously. for example, pao de queijo bread, he will take one in each hand and alternately bite each one; and the other night, he took a lamb chop in each hand and was eating from both of them by turning his head left and right and chomping from each outstretched arm, standing in his chair at the dinner table like a very small caveman.