In honor of the fact that Alexis' mouth has suddenly developed multiple personalities, with Mouthelica being the one that says things like, "I want to sleep, please" and her evil twin sister Mouthette saying, "I don't want to sleep. No! Mommeeeeeee! Waaaaaaaaah!!!!", I bring you randomness:
- OCD is apparently either genetic or contagious because wo-howdy! does Alexis have a good case of it. The girl cannot, under any circumstances, go to bed unless she his hugging her Elmo Pokey Pokey book (that's what she calls it, I find that my brain takes her title to places my brain shouldn't go). Since I find amusement in other people's neurosis, I have made it a habit to find the book half an hour before bedtime and hide it from her. It's always in an easy spot like the second shelf in her bookcase (instead of the first where she keeps it), in the middle of the floor, or under the covers in her bed. I suppose I should feel guilty for laughing at her as she looks all over the place for the silly book, but I don't. Ahh, Alexis, perhaps someday you'll have kids of your own that you can torture.
- I added two more hermit crabs to the worm-laden tank and haven't spotted any worm heads poking out of holes since. I do believe I may have broken the cycle, at least for now.
- Alexis has decided it's a fantastic idea to tell Mr. Husband and me to "Go away!" I think it's a dreadful idea and have been trying to figure out a strategy for getting her to stop being a mouthy little snot. Ignoring her did not work. Telling her it wasn't nice didn't work. Acting like she had hurt my feelings and pretend crying made her LAUGH HYSTERICALLY. She stops the deep belly laughs long enough to ask, "Mommy, what happened?" but then promptly goes back to enjoying how she's killing me with each and every word.
- Last week my company held closed bidding for a few of the older fleet trucks. We had a wee bit of money sitting around from federal taxes (woohoo!), so I bid less than the delivery fee for a few yards of mulch on one of the trucks. Wouldn't you know it, I won. So, I bought Mr. Husband a hunk-a-junk big, ugly truck last week. He's in heaven. His undying need to talk about his heaven-sent truck has turned me into a walnut, a cashew, a peanut, an almond, and ever other freakin' kind of nuts that you can be. ENOUGH WITH THE TALKING ABOUT THE TRUCK, PLEASE!
- When Alexis was born, Mr. Husband and I agreed that we would save money for her by holding on to all of our change. If the lady at Target handed me 99 cents, I stuck 99 cents in Alexis' piggy bank. If Mr. Husband got 40 cents back from the soda machine, he stuck 40 cents in Alexis' piggy bank. And so on. Even though neither ever carry much cash (I think I'm rich if I have a $10 bill), over the course of two years, we saved over $500.00 for the munchkin. She could have bought Daddy the truck she's so rich. Would that mean she would get to be a little peanut as well?
- I took Alexis with me to cash out the last of her change today (so she can start earning interest on her pennies, you see). I went to the change machine at the grocery store for various reasons, and Miss Thang had a GREAT time shoving the coinage down the hole. I started to feel a lot like a hockey goalie as I tried to block her shots when they went wide. Really, I spent fifteen minutes making sure she didn't take out some old guy's eye with a flying nickel.
- Saturday when Mr. Husband took Alexis out with her truck for a spin in the driveway, it turned into Gigglefest 2008. She thinks it's a riot that the little truck moves when she pushes on the gas. The only problem is that she can' laugh and push the gas at the same time, so she moves a few inches, doubles over laughing, moves a few more inches, doubles over laughing, lather, rinse, repeat. I got a zillion great photos during Gigglefest 2008 (some of which you've already seen):
But this one is, by far, my favorite:
