A couple nights ago, Alex was doing her usual escaping up the stairs to run back and forth upstairs thing. We've sort of decided that without gates, it's a good idea to either hang out in a closed room or at the top of the stairs to prevent her from flinging herself all the way back down to the living room. So, I was on the stairs, and she was thumping back and forth, giggling every time she passed me (because there's always a possibility of a reverse thump-by tickling).
After a minute or two, she retreated to her darkened room - she apparently came with built-in night vision - and was completely and utterly quiet. If you've spent any time with Alex on her home turf, you know that she's never completely and utterly quiet unless something tricky is going on. So, my mom-stincts kicked in and I had to go check it out.
To my left, her door, and behind that her dresser. And, as I soon learned, she was there too. As I approached, I heard a gasp - the "Oh no! She caught me!" gasp - and I saw Alex running frantically - picture Fred Flintstone in his car and you'll have an approximation of what her legs were doing. Her shoulders were crunched up with the guilt of having opened a drawer she assumed was on the naughty list. But she was smiling and giggling and gasping and chortling too - she enjoys being naughty (or what she considers naughty - opening a drawer is ok by me...).
She proceeded to run into the wall by her crib, still laughing maniacally like she got away with something. She crunched up- against the wall, waiting for the inevitable tickle and/or toss into the air, which of course she got. Can't let her down!
Anyway, a bit of a had to be there kind of moment, but it was extremely funny, and also showcases what Alex considers naughty behavior, and frankly what we consider about as naughty as she gets -so far-.
January 6, 2009
January 5, 2009
Alex, Bringer of War
Just listened to Mars, Bringer of War, and couldn't help but think that some days, that's Alex all over...
"Story" Time at the Library
Alex is strictly opposed to participating in the story portion of story time at the library. I'm kind of with her on that decision, I have to say. Putting aside the erroneous website information about times for the different age groups of children and what time story time actually starts.....
I don't know who chooses the books to be read, but they stink. No rhyming, complex pictures that the kids have to be close by to see properly (and they don't let the kids all sit on the librarian's lap - Alex has come the closest but been shooed away) and way too much Baby Einstein. Bleh. Albert is rolling around in his grave for sure, those books are pathetic. At least the ones I've seen. I haven't seen that many, if you love them, good for you. Go be happy with your crap books elsewhere. Anyhoo.......
They also do a few songs, also I believe from Baby Einstein, and the singer and musicians appear to have been sedated before the recording. So lame. How can you sway back and forth so slowly? It's a travesty, I tell ya. And all the songs are originals, ie., not anything familiar to any baby who isn't growing up in a Baby Einstein household. So, Alex. Now, she can hear music in the rumblings of the vacuum cleaner, so I won't deny that she kind of likes the music. But still. Doesn't anyone go round the mulberry bush any more?
Anyway, mainly, Alex is so not going to sit still to listen to a book that's better being looked at at close range, and certainly won't dance now that the cd player (Cd player? They still make those?) is broken. And the new librarian in charge of story time has a chalkboard-fingernail kind of voice, imho. Not good.
So, we'll be in the play area stealing puzzle pieces and blocks from the less aggressive babies whilst occasionally banging on the windows to the story room at a hopefully pivotal point in the day's horrible story.
Whew, well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that story time is fun for Alex sans stories, and we plan on enjoying all the little people time at the library that we can, and will hope that the next library has a better program. Ok, and that Alex will be old enough to sit through even the most horrible of stories. Until then, we'll wear the pages of our books at home thin, and eat Legos that we've stolen from other kids at the library. :)
I don't know who chooses the books to be read, but they stink. No rhyming, complex pictures that the kids have to be close by to see properly (and they don't let the kids all sit on the librarian's lap - Alex has come the closest but been shooed away) and way too much Baby Einstein. Bleh. Albert is rolling around in his grave for sure, those books are pathetic. At least the ones I've seen. I haven't seen that many, if you love them, good for you. Go be happy with your crap books elsewhere. Anyhoo.......
They also do a few songs, also I believe from Baby Einstein, and the singer and musicians appear to have been sedated before the recording. So lame. How can you sway back and forth so slowly? It's a travesty, I tell ya. And all the songs are originals, ie., not anything familiar to any baby who isn't growing up in a Baby Einstein household. So, Alex. Now, she can hear music in the rumblings of the vacuum cleaner, so I won't deny that she kind of likes the music. But still. Doesn't anyone go round the mulberry bush any more?
Anyway, mainly, Alex is so not going to sit still to listen to a book that's better being looked at at close range, and certainly won't dance now that the cd player (Cd player? They still make those?) is broken. And the new librarian in charge of story time has a chalkboard-fingernail kind of voice, imho. Not good.
So, we'll be in the play area stealing puzzle pieces and blocks from the less aggressive babies whilst occasionally banging on the windows to the story room at a hopefully pivotal point in the day's horrible story.
Whew, well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that story time is fun for Alex sans stories, and we plan on enjoying all the little people time at the library that we can, and will hope that the next library has a better program. Ok, and that Alex will be old enough to sit through even the most horrible of stories. Until then, we'll wear the pages of our books at home thin, and eat Legos that we've stolen from other kids at the library. :)
January 4, 2009
Christmas is Over
Alex and I took down the tree while Daddy stayed wisely on the couch. We took lots of pictures first, since this has been the first Christmas where she's actively involved herself in the tree decorating/undecorating process. As in, wrapped herself in garland. It's sad to see the tree go, but we had fun chopping it to bits. Alex mostly carried one sticky piece of a branch around, probably getting sap in impossible places, while I chopped the rest.
The rest of her day was spent surfing the stairs and generally supervising the routine details of our day. And reading lots of books. Knuffle Bunny several times, but -not- Knuffle Bunny Too.
Simple Day
Breakfast - toast.
Eat jelly the most.
No nap.
Crap.
Pat the cat.
Hissy spat.
Eat dirt.
Still a clean shirt?!?
Lots of books.
Longing looks.
Garlic spinach.
Messy finish.
Eat jelly the most.
No nap.
Crap.
Pat the cat.
Hissy spat.
Eat dirt.
Still a clean shirt?!?
Lots of books.
Longing looks.
Garlic spinach.
Messy finish.
January 2, 2009
Brownies
Alex and I both just made brownies. Which batch would you rather eat? Mine has chocolate chips in case you're having a hard time deciding...
January 1, 2009
Alex had a fabulous day with Grannie, Grampie, Auntie Lu and Uncle Adam. I have to say one of my favorite parts of the day was watching her snuggle face to face with Adam - too cute. And she had a great time being a monkey with Auntie Lu, even if she doesn't have the hand motions down just yet. Or the sounds, but hey, she tried!!!
What she also tried was the pork and sauerkraut. That didn't go so well either. She made a pinchy face and kind of shook it off. Then tried it again many times (lunch and dinner - gotta pile on the luck!) and generally just spit it all out. But Daddy came to the rescue with extra-buttery mashed potatoes, always a favorite of hers. So today, if Alex was what she ate, she'd be an animal cracker with mashed potatoes. Yum?
Overall, though, her second New Year's Day was very exciting for her, and she got in some great extended family time.
Oh, and last night was her intro to Uncle Mike's NYE party. She pilfered many, many grapes from the table. Dad gave her a strawberry that she took one bite from and then carried in a death grip until we wrestled it from her warm, sticky hand so she wouldn't get it all over Mike's house. Then Trevor, Josh and Theresa showed up, and after a bit of an acclimation process for Trevor, good times were had by all. While Trevor and Alex still haven't had their first dance, there's still a chance we'll get to see them sway back and forth in close proximity to each other at the same time. For now, Trevor chooses to quake in fear at the mere presence of our oh-so-intimidating daughter. He might outweigh her by 15 pounds, but she's scrappy. Don't mess with the baby in pony tails, she will mess you up good.
What she also tried was the pork and sauerkraut. That didn't go so well either. She made a pinchy face and kind of shook it off. Then tried it again many times (lunch and dinner - gotta pile on the luck!) and generally just spit it all out. But Daddy came to the rescue with extra-buttery mashed potatoes, always a favorite of hers. So today, if Alex was what she ate, she'd be an animal cracker with mashed potatoes. Yum?
Overall, though, her second New Year's Day was very exciting for her, and she got in some great extended family time.
Oh, and last night was her intro to Uncle Mike's NYE party. She pilfered many, many grapes from the table. Dad gave her a strawberry that she took one bite from and then carried in a death grip until we wrestled it from her warm, sticky hand so she wouldn't get it all over Mike's house. Then Trevor, Josh and Theresa showed up, and after a bit of an acclimation process for Trevor, good times were had by all. While Trevor and Alex still haven't had their first dance, there's still a chance we'll get to see them sway back and forth in close proximity to each other at the same time. For now, Trevor chooses to quake in fear at the mere presence of our oh-so-intimidating daughter. He might outweigh her by 15 pounds, but she's scrappy. Don't mess with the baby in pony tails, she will mess you up good.
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