We need more grits

She wants grits for dinner...it's been that way all week since she has started helping me make them.

These are instant grits, people. In this household.

She explains how she's going to pour the package into the bowl, then puts the water in the microwave, closes the doors, presses the buttons, then it comes out HOT HOT HOT, don't touch! She stirs the mix as mommy pours the HOT water, then we blow to cool it off and take a bite, "I Like it!"

It was the same go-round with the instant oatmeal this week too. She REALLY liked the blueberry instant oatmeal.

I think we're starting to run low on instant grits. Nobody around here wants that.

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Last night on my way out the door:

"Bye bye, baby, mommy's going to go teach about...." (trailed off to nothing because she wouldn't care anyway)

Then, from Anna: "JESUS!"

"What, baby? What's mommy going to go teach about?"

"JESUS!"

Well I don't think I'm properly certified to teach about Jesus but it Paul and I got laughs out of it.

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Paul's fixing a slow drain on our kitchen sink. Anna is helping. Last night while I was teaching, they took a trip the Home Depot. She helps Paul by carrying the glue. She also wants to hold his watch.

He tells me that when they go to leave, he asks where the glue is. Her response: "I put away!" She did show him where she put the glue...

Then the watch...gone. He asks where the watch is and she points, "Over there!" She led him back to where she set his watch down.

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Should I save the story he told me that followed after when Paul was spending time on the potty with the door open so he could keep an eye on her and she insisted, eyebrows furrowed (according to Paul) about 10 times, "NO M'AM! Close the door!" And she would close the door. Apparently she shares my insistence on privacy in these kind of situations. You go, girl.

She locked herself in the bathroom this week as a result of her obsession with closing doors. She kinda freaked. She kicked the door and called for me as I was fishing the butter knife that I would use to turn the little tab on the outside of the doorknob to get her out. I had training with this before, pre-Anna, and I wanna say it was MM who locked herself in briefly. But I can't quite remember...anyway, I was prepared and in fact saved the day.

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Driving in the car, these days she tells you which direction she wants to go. "Let's go this way!" and she points. If you deny her, she insists. It doesn't mean I actually GO HER WAY. It just means I say, "OK baby!" while continuing down the planned path. She seems content with that so far.

I have lots more to report that goes back two weeks, complete with photos. They include a wedding, an Easter egg hunt at NASA (that included a pony ride), and her weekend with my mom in town last weekend when we went to the crawfish festival. I have pictures scattered between my phone and my camera but have had no time to chronicle about it all. Bummer.

I survived the 5k last weekend but got beat by 2 astronauts who just came back from short-duration spaceflight, where the body becomes deconditioned the longer you stay (even to some level, a two week shuttle flight). So I am for the first time a little motivated to start running again and this time focus on speed.

Paul and I did great on the bike ride the next day. That's making me feel more confident about the MS150 that's about a week away. Even though it's triple the number of miles we rode that day...

In the meantime, here's Paul's favorite video that he took last weekend on his camera phone. Turn your volume down a bit. She's shakin' it....