Watermelon Moment (noun) \ˈwȯ-tər-me-lən mō-mənt\
A brief period of time that is uncharacteristically delightful
About a week ago, I found Silvia and I in what I will from here until eternity call a “watermelon moment.” I had just finished chopping another big watermelon (we go through them weekly here) and had a bowl of the ripe, juicy fruit sitting out. I popped Silvia up onto the counter so I could put her shoes on (I know, up on the counter is not a smart safety move with a wiggly toddler….just don’t tell her dad, Mister Safety) and she made herself right at home with that bowl of watermelon.
No sooner would she grab one big chunk than she’d take a bite and set it aside and dig in for another. This went on for minutes amidst much “mmmmmm”ing and exclamations of “numm, numm!” So at home was she with that big bowl of watermelon, it was as if the whole world was a bowl of melon just for her. What could I do but grab my iPhone and snap a few pictures?!
Some day she’ll be too big to plop up on the counter top. And some day even sooner, much to our dismay, watermelon will be out of season and we won’t be able to enjoy our favorite food on a daily basis.
Did I mention, by the way, just how much watermelon we eat around here?! I had to stop myself from eating a whole one, by myself, every day while I was pregnant…. better that than milk shakes, I figure. And Silvia would come close to that if I would let her. Soooooo, I’ve decided it’s only fitting that she dress up as a big, ripe watermelon for halloween. Just ordered the costume. Stay tuned for those photos!