Yup, She’s Mine All Right

July 18, 2008 @ 6:06 am | Filed under: Family

Rilla’s speech has rocketed forward into adorably articulated complete sentences. The other night, when Scott walked in the door after work with a grocery bag in his hand, she announced authoritatively: “Mommy! Daddy bringit you more choc’wat!”

And indeed he had, a whole sackful of my beloved Ritter Sport bars (dark chocolate with marzipan). Mmm. Two or three squares of this around three o’clock in the afternoon is better than a nap.

As Lilting House readers will remember, Scott goes to great lengths to keep me supplied, but nine bars all at once? Such superfluity of treasure! What on earth?

Turns out there was a good news/bad news story. Nine bars, because: “Honey, it was a closeout sale.”

Oh, the pain.

No, the manufacturer isn’t ceasing to make them. At least I don’t think so. (Flood of horror at the thought.) It’s just that our local grocery chain has (foolishly) decided to stop carrying them. Me say hmph.

Which is exactly, EXACTLY, what Rilla said when she requested some chocwat and I said, “Not now, sweetie.” No one taught her hmph, but she is a master. Sometimes at night she even hmphs in her sleep. Dreaming, no doubt, of mommy hoarding that bag of Ritter bars.


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  1. My kids picked up on my ‘ach’ which was passed down from my grandmother, and her mother before her.
    I hope you can find a new supplier of Ritter bars!

  2. A close out sale. That’s horrible!

    When I was expecting my oldest, my sister lived in Germany. She would send me wonderful boxes full of Ritter Sport. My husband was a first-pregnancy-food-Nazi who guarded carefully what I fed our little bump. I was in graduate school at the time, so I worked out a little deal with my advisor. All the chocolate she could stand in exchange for a place to stash it.
    It was a win-win.
    I don’t think it hurt my oldest (who is now fourteen). But boy, does he absolutely love Ritter Sport!

  3. This is indeed a Chocolate Emergency. I once saw a maternity T-shirt that would be perfect for you. It said “‘ Pssst! How ‘about a little chocolate?’ — The Baby.”

    Rilla reminds me so much of my own daughter, only a few months older than she is. Don’t you feel like you could write a whole blog just of their daily amusings?

  4. I don’t think I could have survived my last pregnancy without Ritter Sport– both the dark chocolate with marzipan and the nougat (mmmm….hazelnut). My grocery stopped carrying them about partway through too and I had to find another supplier… a little Polish grocery that had the biggest bars of Ritter Sport I’d ever seen.

    Bella, like Rilla, has already learned her mother’s passion for chock’it. One of her favorite pretends is that the side of her crib dispenses chock’it. She brings me little pinches of it to nibble on (usually during bedtime prayers). Oh would that it were really so!

  5. My personal fav is the chocolate covered wafers. Mmmmm. I indulged in more than a few of these during my recent pregnancy! World Market carries Ritter if you have one close.

    Hugs,
    One chocolaholic to another.

  6. There are four left on Amazon.com – here’s a link:

    http://www.amazon.com/Ritter-Sport-Chocolate-Marzipan-igourmet-com/dp/B000C04I8I/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=gourmet-food&qid=1216419642&sr=8-2

    Enjoy!

  7. Oh! Watch out for the shipping though – it’s pricey! πŸ™‚

  8. My girls have been saying “Daddy bringit you more choc-wat” all day now …. πŸ™‚ I LOVE that new-sentence stage! So cute.

  9. This verb construction of Rilla’s has been one of my favorite early-speech mannerisms of all time. I don’t remember any of the other kids using it.

    “I foundit my baby!”

    “I needit more water peez.”

    “I wantit cookie!”

    πŸ™‚

  10. I loved it when my oldest was a little one and used to say “Hold you? Hold you!” when he wanted to be picked up. It came from my saying, “Do you want me to hold you?” and “Let me hold you” and so on. Naturally, “hold you” seemed to be the label for that sweet “holding” he wanted.

    He’s twenty now. And my middle son turned 18 yesterday. And my ten year old heads for his first sleep away camp tomorrow morning.

    Hold ME!

  11. Oh, the “hmph!” We were just telling friends this weekend that we used to think when we read a character saying “hmph!” that it was a little contrived or perhaps merely literary. Then Dominic came along, and maybe his first word wasn’t “hmph!” but if not it was a close second…There he would stand, little chubby arms folded across his little chest, and all untaught and untutored, glare at us and say “Hmph!” We had to make a rule limiting the “hmph-ing”!
    Now I’m off to buy my first Ritter bar and find out if my life will have new meaning and joy!
    –Suzie

  12. World Market up at Grossmont carries Ritter bars.
    yummmm

  13. oohh and the Windmill Farms over here by me. Maybe Scott can try Henry’s too.

  14. My 2nd born, instead of saying “What?” would inquire “Say?” if he didn’t hear or understand what was said to him. Only child I’ve ever known with that quirk. He also said “rub backs” instead of “back rubs.” Actually, he STILL calls them that, and he’s 10. I think it’s just for affectation now, ‘cuz he knows I think it’s cute.