I've mentioned before how much the boys love my breakfast smoothies. LOVE them! So the other morning, Wilson decided to sleep in. I think he's sleeping a bit deeper as he's aging, or maybe his hearing isn't quite as sharp. Whatever be the case, Jimmy and I were down in the kitchen. I went about gathering all the ingredients needed for the blender. Opening and closing the fridge and various drawers still didn't draw Wilson downstairs. Now my blender is a Vitamix, and this baby boasts a 2 horse power motor! While great at chopping anything you throw at it, it is also quite noisy. Because of this, and because John was still sound asleep upstairs, I carried the filled contraption outside into the (attached) garage to help dim the roar of the engine. (Yea, I'm considerate like that. LOL!) I run it for at least a full minute, probably more, to be sure everything is pulverized. I open the door from the garage to the kitchen, and there is Wilson, crammed against the door with a panicked look on his face. It was so easy to read his mind at that moment: "Holy Shit! Tell me I didn't sleep through the smoothie! No! I didn't miss it, did I???!!" I so wish I could have caught that look on camera. The widened eyes, the imploring look....and then the relief at seeing the full pitcher in my hands. I guess it will just have to be enjoyed from my memory banks.
I don't like to leave a post un-illustrated, and while I can never show you Wilson's expression, I can show you what "Want" looks like in a dog's eye.
