Hug Twice

Today Alexa rummaged through our cardboard recycling bin, made a selection, and then brought me a box from a frozen pizza.  She expected to then have it magically appear for lunch.  In fact, she immediately climbed into her chair and looked at me expectantly.

Lucky for me, we had another pizza in the freezer.  She wasn’t really all that pleased with waiting 15 minutes for it to cook, but she managed.  However, that was the last one.  Hopefully tomorrow she digs out a cream cheese box or maybe a waffle one…

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Not me.  CJ.  He’s started holding food with his toes and eating it.

YUCK.

Really, I have nothing to add to that.  We do stop him, I promise.  Ugh.  Just, yuck.

Being a parent is sometimes a little weirder than I ever imagined.

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I was making waffles for myself, and Alexa came over to beg some of what I had from me.  I handed her a piece of a cooled-off waffle, and she took one look, threw it on the floor, and held out her hand again.  I cleaned up the mess, asked her not to do it again, and gave her a whole unbroken waffle.  She happily toddled away.

And then CJ came over.  Not wanting to make the same mistake twice, i handed him an entire waffle as well.  He took one look, handed it back, and said “Smaller mommy, I want pieces.”  Which I complied with.

Kids.  Such a puzzle. 

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Alexa’s figured out how to undress.   And take off her diaper.  She is very pleased with this accomplishment and demonstrates it often.

In the morning, and after naps, when you walk into her room, you are greeted by a little girl in a crib, standing on her head but with her feet on the mattress as well, so she makes kind of like a upside-down V.

With her bum up in the air.  Her very bare bum.

Someday I am going to find a puddle.  Or worse.

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Yesterday I pulled an shorts and shirt outfit out of Alexa’s closet and held it up to her.  She yelled NOOOO, grabbed it,  and threw it on the floor.  She then lunged at her clothes rack, and when I held her so she could reach, she pulled out a huge poofy frilly dress.  Which she proceeded to rub against her cheek and coo at.

She did many twirls in her poofy dress all day, and fluffed her skirt about a hundred times.

Seriously, I am in trouble. 

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