Car Seats and Whip Cream

On Labor Day, we piled in the car to meet my family in Orem for lunch, but just before we left, Dan noticed that our car had a flat tire. So we had to switch the car seat to the other car. When we took Anna out of her car seat and then the car seat out of the car, she flipped out. She started screaming hysterically and didn't calm down until the car seat was secured in the other car and she was sitting in it. Then the next day, Dan brought the car seat into the house so that he could take his car to work. Again Anna started crying until it was back in the car (the tire had been patched). I didn't realize that she knew she wasn't going anywhere if the car seat was in the house. She loves to play in the front seat of the car, and occasionally I let her sit in the front seat if I'm just backing the car out of the garage, but if we actually go anywhere, she sits in the car seat. And she does occasionally fight me when I try to put her in the car seat, so her reaction was a bit surprising.

Tonight we went to my parents' house for dinner because my grandparents were in town (did I mention that my family recently left Louisiana and moved to Utah County?). Of course my dad is doing his best to corrupt Anna. He gave her a spoonful of whip cream, but it took her a few tentative touches before she was willing to believe that it was worth eating. Clearly she is a bright child if she knows Grandpa can't be trusted. He is after all, the guy who gave me Tabasco Sauce when I was just a baby. And he gave it to me repeatedly even though I cried every time. He says I kept asking for it, but I ask you, who was the adult in that situation?

As my mom was saying goodbye to Katie and Jamie, Anna pushed my mom out the door, shut it and said "bye bye." So cute!

She's at the stage now where she seems to be learning new words every day. Right now her favorite thing to say is "car" and "cuck" (truck). Lucky for her, we live on a fairly busy street, so there are plenty of cars and cucks driving by.