Bee-ub

I just heard Anna Claire say "bib" in her sleep. I love that she pronounces it "bee-ub" like a true Southerner.

This is funny in and of itself, but even more so if you understand how obsessed she is garments and their functions, and particularly with her bib right now.

When a meal is over, Anna Claire cries when we take off her bib, "bee-ub! bee-ub! No! No!" Between meals, about every half hour or so, she will go over to the closet wear her bibs are stored and reach up, "bee-ub! bee-ub!"

When we get her ready to go out and play, Anna Claire will advise us, "coe! boo!" (coat, boots). In her mind, we have to have boots and a coat to go outside. This has carried over from a long snowy winter. Even though it's been weeks since our last snow, she insists on boots and coat when we go outside to play. I tell her, "Baby it's warm outside, you don't need coat. you don't need boots." This is typically followed by a tantrum. We think it is so cute that she says, "coe, boo" but loathe the tantrum that follows, so I've just learned to put on the boots and coat/jacket, then she will take the coat off herself within a few minutes of being outside.

So knowing this background, you can appreciate this mornings fail: we put on boots, but today they don't fit. Tantrum. "Boo! Boo! Boo!" Reaching for them, bawling. So pitiful.

But guess what? An hour later, we were looking at shoes at Walmart, and I found the exact same brown boots that she loves in the next size up! And they were on sale for $3.00! Win! She was so happy, to see them. Biggest smile ever.

I am thinking...if Anna Claire could dress herself, she would no doubt choose  "boo" , "coe", and "bee-ub".