I don't know why, but the word puma caught Alex's ear today, and she was all about pumas this afternoon. She told me "Puma, puma,puma." after her nap. Ok.... There were other mentions as well, all equally oddly timed. She has a book with a puma in it, so at least I know where she got that word from in the first place. And I suppose it is kind of fun to say.

We had a big angry cry-fest this afternoon because she refused to ask nicely for some Goldfish. She knows how to say please and often follows the prompt to do so, but didn't want to, and much crying and fist-clenching ensued. She finally asked please for a graham cracker, and I caved and gave her the Goldfish. Then she kept on asking for a graham cracker, so she got that too. So spoiled. She then had the graham cracker in a death grip in her left hand while shoveling in the Goldfishes. I think she ate the graham cracker, or perhaps hid it behind a curtain to eat later. She's a bit of a squirrel that way. And we don't mind so much with a cracker, but when bananas are involved it gets ugly.

Well, she is "good nighting" and we're sucking down chocolate pudding that's been waiting for us for hours, so all is good in the world. :)