Fun at Ikea

So, I won't go into great detail about our shopping trip with Grammy and Grampy today, as they were there, and I'm not entirely sure anyone follows this blog as closely as they do. Let's just say that Alex has a fabulously sassulous time, especially being followed around by Grampy. (Or is it Gumpy? Sounds more like that.) But Gumpy and Gummy will be happy to know that she talked about her trip for the rest, and I do mean the rest, of the day. Every single excruciating hour that she was awake today was peppered with random mentions of Gumpy and Gummy.

Excruciating hours because the shopping trip was the highlight of our day, and the rest of the day was very stressful - more house stuff not going well. But no need to hash over that for the millionth time. Alex had a better day than Mommy, if you count chewing on bits of burnt wood from the fireplace and getting water blasted into your mouth to clean out the black, sticky-yet-crunchy debris better. Oh yes, it was burnt wood, potting soil (the daily ritual) shoe bottoms (Mommy's and her own) cat litter, keys, more potting soil (it's not a ritual if you don't do it -all- the time) and gee, what else is in the house and completely inedible? She probably at least gave it a lick today. And no nap to break up the fun.

But she's asleep (one would assume anyway) and I'm finally enjoying some time not spent digging in a tiny mouth for impossibly big and disgusting chunks of what-the-heck?!?!?!?! Jeff kindly took over for a few hours tonight, actually, which was good since a loooooong day with Alex coupled with other annoyances proved to be enough to drive me straight out of the house. I bought a couple Christopher Moore books, and Owl Babies ( http://www.amazon.com/Owl-Babies-Martin-Waddell/dp/1564029654 ) for Alex. (Incidentally, someday I have to learn how to embed links without actually plopping the whole link. I know there's a graceful way to do it so you could just, say, click on Owl Babies and get to the link, but heck if I know how or care to figure it out.)

So, fortified with books, I'm going to curl up, no doubt with Tippy looking at me accusingly unless I pet her with my free hand. And hope that Alex doesn't choose tonight to be restless and needy. But that would never happen, would it?