Above Annaliese is eating a biter biscuit (she loves them but gets super dirty...I thought the picture was very suiting for the post, don't you? Now Grandma how 'bout a kiss?)
On the way home from the doctor a couple weeks ago Annaliese was blowing bubbles (a.k.a. spitting). I had moved Brendan's seat next to hers and he was having a fit over her "spitting" on him on the way home.
"Mama, Annaliese is spitting on me!"
"She's not spitting she's just blowing bubbles and razzing. She doesn't know what she's doing."
"No Mama it's goss...she is really spitting on me. I want to move."
"Sorry honey, we're almost home and then I'll move the seat back where you were."
"I don't want to sit next to Annaliese anymore."
The next week Craig is sitting in the back seat with her and he gets spit on. So I guess she really was spitting. Oops!
And at dinner, Annaliese is really messy. She's trying to feed herself and that means food is flying everywhere. She drinks from her sippy cup but hasn't mastered breathing through her nose as she gulps her pear juice. When she's finished gulping her juice she flings her cup through the air at top speed (watch out Princey!) and gasps for breathe. I guess this is why Brendan has decided he wants to sit next to me (the seat farthest from Annaliese's high chair). But at the same time I'm not to touch him not while saying our blessing, not after the blessing, not at anytime while eating. So being the compassionate momma that I am I go over and aggravate him with lots of kisses and touch his hair and give lots of hugs...just because. He screams and screams. Apparently I'm dirty. Craig got on to Brendan for hurting my feelings and said not to say that anymore. So now he gingerly lets me hold his hands while praying and lets me kiss him and then really quickly he wipes away his cheek and hand on his pants or sleeve. He sees me watching and not wanting to hurt my feelings (or get into trouble) he tells me, "Oh that's just some dirt.". What a turkey!
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