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 Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 9:17 pm
Quickly picking up the wailing toddler, Remi followed Dacian down to his flat. Gavin wondered why they were leaving the room. Wasn't there a kitchen up there? Couldn't they see that he was hungry here?! He continued to shriek until they finally entered the flat and ran into the kitchen.
With the skill that only comes with one who is learning to multitask while holding toddlers, she caught the graham crackers in one hand. Gavin was still screaming in her other arm until she handed him the cracker.
"Thank you. Sorry for the rush down here."
Gavin stared at the cracker. What was this thing? It smelled funny. He stuck it in his mouth. Yechk, it didn't taste very good. He spit it out, getting half chewed mush all over his face. Maybe he just bit a bad spot. He tried again. Nope, he just didn't like crackers. That, and now he was covered in them.
"Er, you wouldn't happen to have a napkin, would you?" Remi stared at her new son. She couldn't help but feel bad that she was asking Dacian for so much help. Gavin was just a bit of a handful.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 9:21 pm
Peering at Gavin, Dacian did something better then giving Remi merely one napkin. He gave her an entire roll of paper towels.
"I have a feeling you might need it..."
Then he returned his attention to the food, before deciding that spaghetio's ((I can't spell it...)) were something that any kid loved. He had discovered them after arriving in Gaia, and fell in love with them himself. Yum.
"Do you mind spaghetio's?" He pulled the can from the pantry, beginning to bustle about preparing it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 9:26 pm
"Thanks, I'm getting the same feeling."
She gladly accepted the paper towels, ripped one off, and started to wipe Gavin's face. He jerked back as she tried to get the gunk off his mouth, but her tight grasp left him without anywhere to go. This time, the paper towels won. He whined, but luckily he didn't cry.
"Spaghettios? I haven't had those in years," Remi replied, reminicsing about her childhood days when she would eat spaghettios, "I'm sure they'd be fine."
Gavin could smell food. It was coming, and he was starving. Was it done yet? He couldn't wait much longer.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 9:29 pm
Pouring the can into a bowl, taking care of all the preperations and throwing it in the microwave, Dacian glanced back at Gavin. It was an amused expression that crossed his face, then...he had a feeling that if the toddler didn't get his food soon, he'd start gnawing on the table.
Or people.
Finally, the Spaghettios were ready, and he pulled out the bowl before shifting some of it to a small bowl for Gavin. Then he paused, furrowing his brow as he thought.
He didn't have a high chair. Ah well...they'd make this work.
"It's ready!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 9:42 pm
Gavin saw the food and tried to make a grab, but once again his attempts were foiled by the motherly grasp Remi's arms had on him. Like Dacian, Remi also noticed that there was no high chair. Sighing, she set herself in a chair with Gavin on her lap.
"Alright, I guess we'll have to eat like this," she smiled as she took the bowl. Gavin stared at it intently. What was this? Food? How were you supposed to eat it? Being that he was a toddler, he didn't have a grasp of the concept of using utensils. Therefore, he did the first thing that came to mind: he stuck his hand in the bowl and shoved a handful of spaghettios in his mouth. Now his face was covered in orangish-red tomato sauce and a few pasta O's.
"I guess the paper towels was a good idea," Remi laughed sheepishly, tearing off another sheet to wipe his mouth. Gavin was shoveling the food into his mouth. It tasted really good. It felt weird in his hands too. A good weird. The bowl was half finished, but he wasn't as hungry now. In his little world, it was playtime. And so, he picked up another handful and smothered Remi's face in tomato sauce.
"Ack!" she stood up quickly, holding him tight so that he wouldn't squirm away. She turned to Dacian with spaghettios all over her face and in her hair, "I'm so sorry again, but could you hold him while I go clean my face?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:21 am
It wasn an apprehensive Dacian that took Gavin - making sure to keep the paper towels close. He had a feeling he would soon be needing them - and if the toddler kept up his play with the spaghettio's, probably a change of clothing.
Lucky they were in his apartment rather then a restaurant.
As he picked up the toddler though, the bowl remained where it was - so at least he didn't have fresh ammunition. Resting Gavin on his knee, he grabbed some paper towels and got to work trying to clean him up a bit more...though it would seem he was largely unsuccessful.
He hadn't had to deal with toddlers for a while - not since Ismet was one, and he hadn't been the most rambunctious of toddlers.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 6:39 pm
As Remi ran off to find a bathroom, Gavin realized he was alone with the funny face man. What was this guy thinking, trying to wipe his mouth of sauce?! This guy obviously didn't know what it felt like to be messy. He at least thought it was a good feeling. He squirmed and wiggled, attempting to dodge the menacing paper towel. Victory would be his this time!
"Urp!" he burped loudly, dazing him for a second. Darn, a cheek got wiped. The bowl was so far away too! At least the funny man hadn't gotten his hands yet. He reached out, attempting to perform the same stunt he had on Mommee, though he wasn't sure if he could actually reach this guy's face. What was this awesome, messy stuff called anyways?
"More slaghetos!" he tried, still reaching.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:57 pm
"More 'slaghetos', eh?"
Carefully, Dacian was keeping the little boy's hands away from his face, and trying in vain to wipe them clean as well. He wasn't doing too well with that, but at least he was trying - and apparently Gavin hadn't yet thought to wipe them on his clothes.
He shifted his gaze between the toddler and the bowl of spaghettio's, trying to decide if feeding the boy was worth getting all messy - but it might as well be him, so that Remi didn't have to go and clean up again.
So, cautiously, he moved over near it and let it become easily accessible to Gavin.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 9:03 pm
Didn't this man realize that he needed to be educated in the joys of messiness?! Gavin tried to no avail to reach Dacian's face, fortunately for the mage. He figured he'd just have to wait until his arms got longer. Darn these toddler years!
He brightened up as Dacian moved the bowl over. More slaghetos! Turning his attention from Dacian's face, Gavin began to frantically reach for more ammo. Of course, being that toddlers had little to no coordination, he smacked the edge of the bowl without managing to grasp it.
Wow, bowls could fly? He never knew that, though he wondered how far it would go and where it would land.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 9:08 pm
With a frantic ducking, Dacian managed to avoid being hit by the flying bowl - though his wall wasn't so lucky.
For a few minutes, he simply blinked at the new, red stain on his wall - and at the mess of spaghettio's, some still clinging to the wall while the others were a pile on the floor. Well, at least the bowl was fine - it was plastic, so it hadn't broken.
"Note to self: get a highchair."
And maybe some sort of big kennel thing to put around it.
Though that would just mean that the food would go everywhere once hitting the bars, so maybe that wasn't the best idea.
Turning his gaze back to Gavin, he told in a tone that was scolding yet there were some traces of amusement as well. Dacian wasn't a person who got upset about messes, thankfully.
"Throwing things is bad, Gavin."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 9:15 pm
He hit a wall! Fifty points! Gavin smiled at his work as Dacian just blinked. He'd made his mark on the apartment, and maybe because it was tomato sauce it wouldn't go away. Highchair? What was this contraption he spoke of? It sounded constraining, and he didn't like constraint. And now the funny man was telling him 'bad.'
"I not thwo, bowl fly!" he pouted. Technically it was true, he hadn't actually physically thrown the bowl. Plus, flying bowls sounded a whole lot cooler than throwing them.
Remi finally managed to get the stuff off her face. When she entered the kitchen, she noticed a new red splotch covered in pasta on the wall. And a bowl laying innocently on the floor. Turning toward her, Gavin smiled proudly,
"Mommee back!"
Her mind was still on the splotch, "Did he do that?"
It was a stupid question, but she did wonder how he managed to get his spaghettios the wall on the other side of the room.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 9:23 pm
"He has a good arm, but he should probably work on using it for the light side."
A grin with the words took any scolding out of it as he spoke to her. Remi wasn't at fault here - she'd been with Gavin for less then even a few hours, so obviously it couldn't be a discipline issue. And even then, toddlers were messy: you had to expect it.
Pausing, he explained more accurately, "I think he was trying to grab the bowl, but hit the side of it - so it went flying."
It really wasn't the toddlers fault, in that regard. It was an accident, so Dacian wasn't too worried.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 9:27 pm
"Ah," was all she could say. She leaves for thirty seconds and Gavin wreaks all kinds of havoc. Gavin was busy watching the sauce flow down the wall into a nice little puddle on the floor. He wanted to play in it, but he couldn't get down. Drat.
"Well, we should probably go before he destroys your whole apartment," she said sheepishly. She would have offered to stay and clean up the spot on the wall, but that would give Gavin more opportunity to make a mess of things. She'd have to teach him not to do that.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 9:35 pm
With a rueful chuckle, Dacian handed Gavin over to the woman.
"Yeah, I'll need to clean that up before it dries. Though that would make for an interesting conversation piece, at least..."
He was also making mental notes on what he could do to minimize damage if he ever had the toddler over here again. First on the list, was to eat outdoors - just pretend it was a picnic! And then, playing outdoors and so forth...though he doubted napping outdoors was a good idea.
"It was nice meeting you, Remi. You too, Gavin."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 9:40 pm
"Yes, it would make for an interesting story," she said, gladly taking Gavin off his hands. She was making her own mental notes on how to keep the little hawk-child from destroying her new flat.
"It was wonderful meeting you. Thank you so much for the dinner, even though it didn't really turn out as planned. I guess if I have any questions I'll come ask you."
She started walking towards the door as Gavin yawned in her arms. All this excitment was making him really tired. Remi gave a mental sigh of relief. So he could sleep. This was a good thing. Before exiting, she looked over her shoulder and gave one last farewell. Gavin decided to do the same, though in mid yawn,
"Bye byyyhahayie!"
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