She Won't Play in Sand, but . . .

I was just glancing through some older photos, and found one that confounds me. It's from before we went to Orlando and is of Alexis playing in the kitchen. I was trying to clean the house and erroneously left a bag of bird seed on the floor. Alexis found it and figured she would pour some out. I caught her right away. However, as I was cleaning the little pile of bird seed, Alexis scurried back to the bag and quickly dumped the other 9 1/2 pounds, forming a big pile of bird seed. Then she stole a spatula out of the dishwasher and sat down to play in her "sand box." So the kid that refuses to get her hands dirty in the sand, grass, or dirt, is very willing to play in thistle seed for hours. Go figure.


Things Have a Way of Coming Back to Haunt You

Ever since Alexis got on the walking bandwagon, we've let her push shopping carts. It's been a win-win situation; she was getting to walk and yet she was staying with us. Earlier today the whole concept came back to bite me. I had to return some things to Home Depot and couldn't get Alexis to sit in the cart. So I was holding her. That is, until I needed to sign the receipt. I set her on the ground and told her to stay put. In one-year old talk, "stay put" means run away really fast. She grabbed a cart and started pushing it all through the store, knocking over all kinds of displays. Meanwhile, the clueless guy at the return counter continued to have a complete conversation with me and was holding my debit card ransom. She got about 20 feet before I abandoned my card and managed to catch her. She did a fantastic job redecorating the front of the store.

Here's some pictures that I find baffling. Pool toys are really, really, really fun indoors. But if you try to play with them at the pool, they are really, really, really scary.


I'll Trade You Ten Bananas for a Pens Victory

The NHL playoffs start tonight, so all together now . . . . LET'S GO PENS!

There are a few adventures from our vacation that I haven't shared just yet. One of them came to mind earlier when I was at the grocery store and found myself buying way more bananas than necessary. First of all, Alexis is a banana-eating fool. She will sometimes eat three in a day. In fact, during the trip down, there were bananas on the counter at several of the restaurants. Alexis demanded that we buy her one (actually it ended up being two). There's no explaining to a one-year old that it doesn't make sense to pay over $1 for a single banana.

Anyway, while we were in Orlando, we were renting a condo. So, we went grocery shopping with the intent of eating breakfast each day before we headed out into the world. We went to get bananas at SuperTarget and there were none. As in not a single banana anywhere. Alexis isn't the only banana-eating fool in the Burgh Baby clan, so we figured we would just stop at a grocery store on our way back. They didn't have any bananas either. The next day, we tried grocery store #3 and found two lonely organic bananas. Of course we scarfed them up. Later that night, we went out to a buffet for dinner. And what do they have, but bananas. I grabbed one to stick in Alexis' diaper bag. Then Daddy grabbed another. Then Grandma grabbed yet another. So, yeah, we stole a bunch of bananas from the buffet. Go ahead and tell the buffet police on us; I'm sure they'll come up with a creative punishment. Anyway, I don't really know why there was a banana shortage every where except the buffet, but now I feel the need to buy 20 bananas at a time. The fruit bowl in our kitchen makes it look like we have a family of monkeys living here.