cupcake time!

Yesterday marked the eleventh year, to the day, that Al and I have known each other and been together. To celebrate, we went to dinner somewhere more expensive than Kerby's—Champp's. It was a much better meal and ended up being only slightly more than Kerby's ($3), and Bridget got her own ice cream sundae, which made her kick her legs and wiggle in her seat in delight. To top it off, when we got home I decided to have her "help" me make Halloween cupcakes for daycare (they should have just arrived there a few minutes ago, as long as Al didn't forget to deliver them along with Bridget). She poured the canola oil and the milk into the mixing bowl with a little help from me. The rest of the time, she helped by sampling the batter. Hey, someone's gotta do it!

My plan, after all of that sugar, was to wear her out by chasing her around the house again. But as I was cleaning up and putting the cupcakes in the oven, she decided on a different plan. She informed her daddy that she wanted to watch the Wiggles (I had to translate) instead of Dukes of Hazzard, which he was watching at the time. He complied and sat through two complete episodes of the Wiggles. Then we chased her a little, but she wasn't having that too much last night. Instead, she drank her milk and then played with her baby (the doll my friend Danny bought her for her birthday—I think it was her birthday, anyway) and her blocks, stuffing them all into the empty compartment on the bottom of our entertainment center. She would have been in there herself, but she doesn't fit. (She always tries to play "bye-bye" with us by coming to each of us with her lips pursed and her cheeks sucked in, ready for a kiss, and then tells us, "Bye-bye," goes to the entertainment center, and tries to squish herself into the bottom of it and close the glass door behind her. It doesn't work, so she does it all over again until she tires of it and goes on to something else.)

The Wiggles aren't the only television show Bridget requests, but I didn't realize it until two days ago and am still feigning ignorance so I won't have to endure the other one. For the past week, I thought she was saying "bunny." I figured she learned what a bunny was at daycare, and even took her by the bunny cage at the farm Beth works at and said, "Look, Bridget, bunnies!" Then, the other day when I put the Wiggles on demand, I realized what she was really saying. They preface the show with a commercial that has Barney in it. Bridget saw him and said "Bunny." Oh, no. Not in my house. I've hated the big purple dinosaur since he became popular when I was, oh, probably seventeen or eighteen, and I'm putting off watching Barney as long as I can. (And I hope that's forever.) Thankfully, Bridget's completely satisfied, instead, with the Wiggles, the Donut Man, or the dvd we have of the Laurie Berkner Band. If, and when, I am ever forced to watch Barney, I pray that God gives me the grace and patience to endure. ;)