One Silly Evening

All right, I had already posted two little anecdotes for today and I was going to call that good, I really was. I try not to get too carried away on this thing and write about every tiny detail. But, I just couldn't help myself...Brianna's been giving me so much material lately. Not that I spend every moment laughing it up. I mean, she's 2 so we have quite a few moments of aggravation and mutual frustration as well. But, funny nights like this one make up for it. It all started with...

The Grossest Meal Ever
For dinner tonight I made tacos. Bree has often eaten tacos with no complaint. Of course, tonight it was just not what she wanted. She opened up the tortilla, stirred around the insides and just played with her food in general without actually eating it. "I don't like it!" she told me. "Okay fine," I said, "How 'bout a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?" "Okay!" she said. Relieved to have reached a solution so quickly I slapped together a PB and J. Well, while I was making the sandwich Bree started singing a little song to herself. I thought that was kinda nice until I realized she was singing "I'm stupid, stupid, stupid." (I HATE it when she does that!) So, I gave her "the look," (you know the one) and said, "What did you say?" Without missing a note in her little song and without responding to me directly Bree immediately changed her song and quick as a flash was now singing "I'm 'mart (smart), 'mart, 'mart." "That's what I thought you said!" I told her. After that little aside I finished up the sandwich and sat back down to my rapidly cooling meal. Well, naturally, once the sandwich was actually in front of her Bree just picked at it. But, she did manage to eat a decent-size meal. It was just really disgusting because what she ended up doing was ignoring both the bread and the tortilla from her taco (still sitting on her tray). She would dip her finger into the jelly and have a lick of that, then dip her finger into the refried beans from her taco and eat that. YUCK! Oh well though, we let her eat and I guess she even got several food groups represented..just in a rather un-appetizing combination. I guess it's not disgusting if you're two though.

Dessert and a Show
After dinner Brianna and I shared a bowl of ice cream for dessert. Although we shared the same bowl Bree insisted on having her own spoon. Then, she started alternating taking a bite and then doing a fake and exaggerated, "Hiccup!" She actually kept that up until the bowl was empty. (If you recall, the last time Bree had ice cream for dessert her daddy came down with the hiccups shortly thereafter.)

Bathtime Shenanigans
(WARNING: This may be TMI (too much information) about Beth's anatomy for some people. If you're worried about it...STOP reading! I did run this one past my mom first though so it should be okay....)
Bree was such a mess after her dessert that we decided to give her a bath. Since I needed to wash my hair anyways, I jumped in with her. (Well, what?! She is only 2 after all and bathing together is one of the only ways I actually get to spend more than 3 minutes enjoying the warm water.) So, there we were in the bathtub together when Bree started admiring certain parts of my "big girl" anatomy (my chest). I did nurse Brianna until she was 16 months old and she's still retained some fascination with that area. Not to mention she's 2 (do I mention that often enough?) and is learning about all the different body parts. Anyways, for a while after we stopped nursing I ended up getting pinched in that area quite a lot. This finally tapered off after I pointed out to Bree that she had her own nipples and she started leaving mine alone. Tonight in the tub she was back on the subject and said, "Look at my nipples!" "Yep there they are," I said. Then Bree looked over to my chest."I wanna poke your big ones. They're really big!" she declared. After a pause...I decided to take that as a compliment!

Bedtime
Finally we got Bree into her PJ's and ready for bed. As per our normal bedtime routine we told her to pick out the book she wanted to read. This time though instead of going to the little bookshelf in her room (with her own books on it) she wandered out to the other bookshelf and came back into the room holding...the Holy Bible. Yep, it's true. Travis happened to have a pocket Bible tucked away somewhere so he told her that was her special little Bible and we put her to bed with her clutching it to her chest.

I can honestly say at this point I never know WHAT will happen next! :)