Saturday, September 29, 2007


Mama "Jet" and Papa Nick are here visiting from Kansas City.  Beth's niece Kylie when she was little started the Mama "Jet" thing - it's short for "Jeanette" and was the best Kylie could pronounce it when she was little.  We like the name, so we've encouraged it since then (to Mama Jet's chagrin).

A couple nights ago, we were at the dinner table.  Cara got really fussy, and we couldn't figure out what was wrong with her.  She had thrown up in her crib earlier that afternoon for no apparent reason (and she's been fine since).  She first asked for "Banckee!" which we've figured out is her blanky. That appeased her for awhile, then she started saying, "Bet. Bet!!"

We couldn't figure out what "bet" was supposed to be.  She hadn't eaten much dinner, so we though maybe she was asking for bread.  "Bread? Do you want bread??"  "No!! Bet!!"  "No bread? How about meatloaf?"  "No, bet!!"  "How about a cookie?"  "Noooo!! Bet!!! Beeeeeetttt!!!" She was breaking down at this point.

"Bed?? Do you want to go to bed??"  "Yesssssss!!!" said Cara, nodding her head up and down very mechanically.  It was an hour before her normal bedtime, but I guess she was just ready for bed.  I don't think I've heard of a 1 1/2 year old begging to go to bed.  And remember this is the same little girl that will try to entice Anna to come play with her after we've put them both to bed.  We'll hear a little voice saying, "Aaaannnnnaaa…. Aaaannnnnnaaa!" in the monitor once we've left the room.

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