comfort food

Tonight when I got home from work I warmed up some leftover spaghetti from Nana for myself for dinner, as Kevin and Hannah had already eaten. Hannah crawled up my leg and wanted picked up. I picked her up, and then she wanted into my spaghetti. There's no way I'm feeding a Hannah spaghetti while sitting on my lap. That just says permanent tomato stains on BOTH of our clothing all over it. I set her up in her high chair next to Daddy and dished out some spaghetti for her. Fifteen minutes later I realize she's really quiet, so I go check on her progress and level of mess. This is what I find.


Aw... she looks so little fast asleep in her BIG high chair with her elbow in spaghetti. I get the camera and snap a photo. Then I start thinking... "OH CRAP! DID SHE CHOKE?!?!?! IS SHE BREATHING!!?!?!?!?!?!?"

I run up close to examine her more closely and check to see if her chest is moving.


I don't see her moving. I'm about ready to shake her awake when I see her fingers move. She's alive. Thank goodness! I really freaked Kevin out by running up and examining her like that with a look of horror on my face, acting like something was wrong. He was setting next to her the whole time... but it still got my heart pumping.

We laughed about the powers of Nana's comfort food, putting Hannah to sleep an hour before bedtime. It doubles for comedy for us as well!


Silly Daddy.