two tough cookies (Emmets side)

Two tough cookies

“You do realise it is rather more traditional for a farther to feed the baby then the baby to feed the farther.” Esmee said laughing as she entered into the kitchen dressed in a towel with her hair still wet from her shower.

“She’s more covering then feeding.” I pointed out as Mia took another spoon full of her cereal and thrusted it in the general direction of my face landing in right in my left eye and allowing the soggy weat-a-bix to drip down the side of my face.

“You are a monkey little Mia.” I said making a face at Mia as I tried to whip away the cereal from my face with a tee cloth and take advantage of her Mia’s open mouth as I grabbed her spoon and shoved a spoon full into her mouth.

“Your going to have to give her and your self a bath after breakfast, look after the mess you got both of your self’s in.” Esmee laughed going over the kettle and flicking the switch before preparing two mugs of coffee and a sippy cup of milk for Mia.

“Yep, I know.” I laughed grabbing Mia’s arm and leading it back to her own mouth as she tried to direct another spoon full of food in my general direction.

“So are you going into work today then?” I asked Esmee as I stared down at the un-organised and very much incomplete nurses plan that I had in front of me that was meant to direct all the nurses on the late shift that afternoon.

“Of course, you know you need me there.”

“No disagreement on my behalf with that statement.” I moaned scribbling a line through Jacobs name next to an hour of green observation with more force then was needed and plonking him in CCTV instead and scribbling Esmee’s name in his place; she would get the job done.

“I will do Dinner with her if you want.” Esmee said placing a mug of coffee down next to me on the table and Mia’s sippy cup on her high chair before taking advantage and shovelling two more spoon full’s of food into Mia’s mouth.

“Josh is with Bella.” I said pointing down ant the weat-a-bix smudged nurse’s rota.

“Yes but you have no one on Mi’s, I will do her.”

“She will be one tough cookie to manage. “ I answered holding my pen to the paper and deliberating not really willing to write down Esmee’s name. I new she would be great with her and Mi would be in safe hands with Esmee but the drama of last night was still very fresh In my memory and so was Esmee’s new founded venerability in my eyes. I didn’t want her doing anything that could be upsetting for her and there was a good chance that Mi would be difficult or at least inconsolable when it came to facing food.

“That’s OK Em, I’m another tough cookie.”