Her eyes asked what was wrong, why was I uphappy, she was trying so hard and just didn't understand despite it. "I'm sorry," her eyes said, "I don't like it when you're upset, tell me how to fix it and I will..." I sighed and all the frusteration just rushed out of me. My poor girl, she'd been trying her heart out and I'd been so frusterated with MY figuring it out I stopped listening to her. We'd practiced and practiced but we practiced failure. Our rate of reinforcement had fallen... it should be about 1x every 3-5 seconds, which should have been a neon sign to me right there to stop what I was doing. If I can't find an opportunity to reinforce at least that fast, I'm doing something WRONG. The lack of progress? Prolly due to my making the R-o-R so low she lost her confidence in what we were doing. How did I let that happen, how did I MISS something so obvious??? She went 3 days and kept trying every time I asked was out of sheer heart. *sigh* Si-si Girl, I screwed up again didn't I? I know better than to let the R-o-R get so low, I know better than to lump, I know better to persist in bone-headed behaviour when it's not working. Yet I fall into the trap of doing just that at times still, though thankfully not frequently now. I called her over, she put her head on my knee and leaned into me in quiet understanding. I rubbed the shoulder she offered and appologized for being so oblivious, promising tomorrow we'd do better. Nub, nub, nub went her stumpy little tail on my foot, "Yes, tomorrow we'll do better and we'll have fun mum."
In more vain and less wonderous news... I found my first grey hairs. Yup, that's plural. There were 8-9 of them. I'm feeling surprisingly blase about it but I didn't expect it at 25. Laurent better hope he inherits from his father's side of the family though, DH's grandfather had a full head of jet black hair at 90+, only going grey in his mid-90's!
Pork and potato stew with smoked kabana
Serves 4, Prep 15 m, Cooking 2 h 25m