I think Sofia turned 3 overnight, or 4, or 12. She has been really into projects lately, including helping me cook. She helped make empanada dough the other day as well as made ravioli from her play dough while I made dinner. She is very into cooking. She will climb behind the side table next to the couch and ask us “What you want some?”. We have to tell her what we want, be it waffle, roti or noodles, otherwise she shouts at us “WHAT YOU WANT SOME?!?”.
She must get that from the Bebe/Gigi side of the family. Not the shouting, that she gets totally from me, but the love of cooking. Sometimes I don’t feel much like being a mom, some nights I have no motivation to play, to read, or cook wholesome meals. I just want to sit on the couch and eat popcorn and olives. Not in the same sitting mind you. Although Sofia does get that from me, the love of olives straight from the jar. That and her sarcasm. She is already working on her comebacks. Here in the Rana household, we always feel like sarcasm.