One Tough Cookie

Alexis woke up this morning with her eyes all crusty and puffy. We sent her to school anyway, in hopes that it was allergies (she had the same symptoms while we were in Florida and it was definately allergies). It wasn't. We got the call at 10:30 to pick her up. She was as happy as a lark when I got there and stayed all perky the rest of the afternoon. We're talking REAL happy go lucky. As in she was babbling to herself nonstop and laughing at everything in sight. To be honest, I was almost wondering why daycare sent her home. So imagine my surprise when I take her to the peditrician and he says she has an ear infection, eye infection (pink eye), and nasal infection. He prescribed her some stong antibiotics to fight the battle. Meanwhile, if her eyes weren't all watery, I would have had no indication that she even needed to go to the peditricians. Clearly the girl has got some kick butt tolerance for pain.

Our tough girl learned a new sign this weekend and won't quit with it. She has mastered "cookie" and thinks it should work like her other food signs. When she signs cheese, she gets cheese. When she signs grapes, the girl gets grapes. Cookie, on the other hand, just can't always be fulfilled. She's getting frustrated because she knows we understand and she knows the cookies are in the cabinet. So now she just stands in the kitchen, pointing at the cabinet and signing cookie like a mad woman. When we don't listen, she busts out the fit. So either we're going to have to start feeding her way more cookies than she needs, or she's going to learn that signing cookie gets you a whole lot of nothing.

Lastly, somebody got a new house this weekend. It needed to be Mommy and Daddy, but our new house would cost a lot more than the Kinnley Bear's. The purpose of the house was to give her somewhere to go play out on the deck, and the mission was a smashing success. See for yourself (Note: this is sick Alexis playing with a toy house that she's had for a few days already. Obviously, she's a real big fan).

P.S. She's drooling like a toothless fool because she has two more teeth popping through. I do believe she will have all her teeth before she's 18 months old.

Could We Please Have Ten More

This weekend was absolutely perfect . . . sunny, 75 degrees, no plans on the schedule. The only way it could have gotten any better would be if Alexis hadn't been a crab all day. She woke up from her nap too early and spent the rest of the day miserably tired.

We spent the day buying a new vacuum (with three cats and two dogs, those things tend to die after a few years), getting groceries, and doing a lot of yard work. The pond is cleaner, the weeds are pulled, the dead has been cut away from all the plants, and Alexis learned why we don't let her play by the hillside. Let's just say that Jack and Jill went down the hill, but this time it was Daddy that went tumbling after. Alexis doesn't have a scratch on her, but Daddy looked like he rolled into a concrete block. Oh wait--he did roll into a concrete block. I'd feel sorry for him, but I warned him Alexis was headed for trouble. He chose to pick up dog stuff before stopping her.

Here's more pictures from Alexis' favorite place to be. She's turned the ball pit into more of a hamster ball and likes to roll it across the house. It doesn't make a mess or anything. The second picture is what happens when you climb into the House that Alexis built--she climbs on you and yells at you to get out.

I Know the Answer

Have you ever wondered how this sweet little face winds up such a mess? I can tell you the answer. It happens when those sweet little hands get tired of trying to work a spoon and Alexis resorts to another method of removing food from her plate.