Not your typical "want"

Breanna, right this minute, screaming angrily at the top of her lungs from the kitchen (next to, but refusing to be IN timeout):

I WANT YOU TO HOLD ME FOREVER RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!  PLEASE.  HOLD ME RIGHT NOW!!!

Don't worry, I'm not just neglecting her.  I told her I would hold her forever if she wasn't screaming and she sat on the timeout rug for her 3 minutes she is due.  So far, I'm just still getting:

HOLD ME RIGHT NOW!!!  MOMMY!! I WANT YOU TO HOLD ME RIGHT NOW.  HOLD ME, HOLD ME!  HOLD ME NOW!!  RIGHT NOW!!

Maybe they do carry that...

At the library today, reading Breanna a book about trains...

Me: Some cars carry gas, some carry grain.

Breanna:  Gas and grain.

...more similar pages, read out loud, mind you...

Me: Some cars carry metal, some carry scrap.

Breanna, loudly: Metal and crap.  (And no, she doesn't actually know that word!)

I laughed so hard I almost peed, which doesn't take much right now.  :-)

True sharing

We have a really big issue with sharing and playing nicely, which I suppose is fairly common with toddlers and little ones.  Today I was convinced Breanna is trying, but still isn't really getting the grasp of the situations in which she needs to share the most.

Today, our dear friend Cindy Cruse was going to watch Breanna for a while.  We were meeting her at a Burger King, and Breanna was a little confused about the car situation.  I told her that we would put her seat in Miss Cindy's car and she would ride to her house in Cindy's car.  She replied, "Then we can put Miss Cindy's seat in our car, because we can take turns.  That's good sharing!"  True, dear, but I doubt Miss Cindy has her own carseat, and that's not really one of those sharing situations.  :-)

That's what I'm talking about!!!

Sunday before our small group, Shane was putting Breanna's jacket on (her, not him).  I could hear that he was having some trouble with the zipper, and then I heard, in the sweetest little voice, "Maybe we need to get Mommy to help."  SuperMommy to the rescue!!!  No, he did eventually get it done, but I was flattered.   :-)

We didn't leave you alone!!

Last Friday ...Before Shane's alarm even went off we heard Breanna run down the hallway screaming, "Daddy!!!!!!  Daddy!!!!!"  He stumbled out of bed to follow her and see what was wrong.  She was already at the back door, still screaming for him.  He got her and then she started crying for me.  She was incredibly distraught and she finally explained that she thought first that he had left without saying goodbye.  And then when she saw that he was still home, she thought maybe it was me that was gone.  Turns out it was just the garbage truck going by outside.  He brought her back and she just snuggled into my arms in bed for quite a while until she could stop the tears and sniffling.  It was kind of funny really, but to feel that loved was great!