The best bus ride ever!

So today started off nicely. Tara slept until 6, yeah, and we had our early breakfast, we sang some songs, danced and colored, then had second breakfast. I was told that there was some sort of flea market in town on Saturdays, so I went looking for it. Alas it managed to elude us, maybe we'll find it next week. I had to do a bit of grocery shopping, since nothing is opened on Sundays. We got back to the bus stop and it was a 25 min. wait. The longest we've ever had to wait, and usually Sat. buses are quite regular. So I went in to buy some coffee, which Tara kept saying was "mine", and I had to remind her that only mommy and daddy drink coffee. That touched off the 'daddy'???daddy...daddy, daddy!!daddy??? comments. So when the bus pulled up, the driver got out and I told her to go get on the bus while I finished my coffee (I'll stop you right there, no the bus did not drive off without me). She was playing around in the front seat and then went and was looking and drumming on the drivers area. So the driver looks at me and I think that I should run and get her, but he holds up his hands like he is asking if he can pick her up. I motion that that would be fine. He places her at the helm and she starts driving and pretending to beep the horn, she is good at these sound effects, beep-beep, she repeats over and over. So I put my cup in the trash and notice it is time for us to go. That is where the 'best bus ride ever' ends and the tantrum begins, she has no idea why she cannot really drive the bus, she was not ready to reliquish her post :) I finally get her looking for trucks, her favorite thing right now, and this makes her settle down. That was our fun for the day, she fell asleep as we were walking up the hill and took a 2hr nap like the good little girl she is.
I decided that it was time to make another batch of mac and cheese, this time with broccoli, hence the second picture. This is what to give your child when you are busy cooking! I was cooking upstairs, so I had to get all the ingredients in a bag. Tara took one look at the flour and said 'eat this?'. I told her no, flour is for baking with, not eating, you may have a banana or yogurt. She did not like my alternatives (small tantrum inserted here), so I decided that she could have the flour. I asked her how it tasted and she took a second lick. So apparently flour is not all that bad to eat plain. The third pic is Tara 'cleaning up'. We had a great time putting our foot prints into flour and making rainbows...
Now it is 9:30P and I'm enjoying a beer. I feel like I should start another book so that I could say that I read four books in my first month in Jena. We'll see if that happens :)