Well, the two year old has decided to boycott bedtime and naptime this week.  Tammy and I have prevailed in most cases, but it has been a tough battle, especially at night.  Anna has said some of the cutest things this week, but I'm having trouble remembering any of them because of the lack of sleep.  This is the age when a lot of parents give in and let their kids sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed.  We have no plans on joining those people in their collective bedtime discomfort.  Anna is going to keep sleeping in her own bed. 

In the meantime, Anna and I went to a thing at my office this week called "Agent Appreciation Day," where they give all us realtors some free food, a few pats on the back, and some awards.  It's a long-winded and dull even for a two year old (though I was having a decent time), so we didn't stay for the whole thing.  She was a little overwhelmed by so many talkative strangers in one room.  We sat next to Anna's favorite person at the office, our friend Monica, and her husband Dave.  Anna LOVES Monica and looks forward to seeing her every time we go to the office, but she doesn't know Dave very well. 

I sat her down in the chair between myself and Dave and got ready to give her the lunch I brought for her (yellow rice, broccoli, and dice ham, three of her favorite things in a bowl to make up for taking her to something positively boring for a two year old).  But when Dave turned, smiled, and said hi to her in a kind voice, Anna's response was one of shear terror.  She took one look at her situation and in an instant, it started:
----------------the silent cry---------------------
mouth open, eyes almost closed, red face, tears just starting, and the quiet before a big scream.  It's the scared, separation anxiety-ridden cry she gave the first time I tried to leave her with her grandparents for an hour, the first time she realized a stranger was holding her, and both times she has been subjected to the sitting on santa's lap ritual before Christmas. 
Needless to say, I spent most of the remainder of the even holding her.