Playdate! (Kiara)
Jul 14, 2014 5:32:42 GMT -5
Post by Vanessa Rodriguez on Jul 14, 2014 5:32:42 GMT -5
It felt like deja-vu, as Vanessa had spent the better part of the morning and the afternoon tidying up and cleaning her apartment. She didn't do the job as meticulously as before, since she assumed that Kiara knew all too well the mess that little ones made. The toys were in their respective boxes, clothes were picked up off the ground and overall, the place was cleaner than what it had been when the Hispanic girl first started.
Now, she was in the kitchen, pulling a tray of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. They were a safe choice, popular with the kids and adults, and there were no nuts. Just in case of allergies. Was Vanessa overthinking the visit? Most likely, yes. She hadn't slept well the night before, as it had been a late night down at the Rochester Inn. Placing the tray on top of the oven, Vanessa shut it off, nervously anticipating her blonde friend's arrival.
The one advantage of a small apartment was the sightline from the kitchen to the living room. She felt comfortable, seeing Christian sitting upright on the ground, staring at the cartoons on the television. He giggled every so often, clapping his hands together. Vanessa would spend whatever time she had speaking with the boy, hoping to get her son to talk more regularly. He cooed and babbled and had said a few words, like mama, dada, yes and no... but she still felt like her son was too quiet for his age. Oh well. Vanessa let out a worried sigh, running a hand tiredly through her dark locks.
She loosened the cookies from the tray, placing them on a plate next to a fruit platter she had also made. A good balance, right? Vanessa hummed to herself, finishing off last minute details.
Now, she was in the kitchen, pulling a tray of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. They were a safe choice, popular with the kids and adults, and there were no nuts. Just in case of allergies. Was Vanessa overthinking the visit? Most likely, yes. She hadn't slept well the night before, as it had been a late night down at the Rochester Inn. Placing the tray on top of the oven, Vanessa shut it off, nervously anticipating her blonde friend's arrival.
The one advantage of a small apartment was the sightline from the kitchen to the living room. She felt comfortable, seeing Christian sitting upright on the ground, staring at the cartoons on the television. He giggled every so often, clapping his hands together. Vanessa would spend whatever time she had speaking with the boy, hoping to get her son to talk more regularly. He cooed and babbled and had said a few words, like mama, dada, yes and no... but she still felt like her son was too quiet for his age. Oh well. Vanessa let out a worried sigh, running a hand tiredly through her dark locks.
She loosened the cookies from the tray, placing them on a plate next to a fruit platter she had also made. A good balance, right? Vanessa hummed to herself, finishing off last minute details.