It's Great to be a Burgh Baby, Vol. 1

Let's face it, Alexis is real lucky to have been born in the 'Burgh. I mean, c'mon, the first football game she ever watched was the Superbowl AND the Steelers won. Not only that, but she's got years of great Penguins games thanks to the NHLs golden boy, Sydney Crosby. I won't be mentioning the Pirates.

BTW, the book reading went on until 9:55. That pretty much makes it a full two hours that I was a prisoner hunched over in the corner of Alexis' room afraid to so much as breath for fear of disturbing the Kinnley Bear. Tonight when she wanted to take her book to bed, I ran for the hills faster than a speeding bullet.


A Prisoner in My Own Home

I put Alexis to bed over an hour ago. She wanted to take her favorite book, I Love You Through and Through, with her, so I obliged. She's been reading the book over and over and over and over FOREVER. Now I'm a prisoner in her room. I don't think she knows I'm in here, but if I try to make a run for it, she definately will. I want to leave, but the pages keep turning and she keeps jibbering along. Oh how I wish I had escapted when I had a chance . . . I imagine this must be how Paris Hilton feels right about now.


State of Independence

Lest you think that I find Alexis' independent streak to be a bad thing, let me just tell you that I actually think it's the greatest thing ever. There aren't many 16-month olds that will sit and play by themselves for hours. It's not a guarantee around here, but it is the norm. The only drawback to that activity is that she will wander into the street if we're outside. She bound and determined to find her way to the playground, and she doesn't need my help.

The other time I love the independent streak comes around each and every time Alexis feeds herself. I can't tell you how much I appreciate that I can plop her in her high chair with a spoon and some pudding while I clean the living room. She might drop a few spoonfuls on the floor, but generally she does her job, and she does it well.