Looky What We Found

If you ask Alexis to take you for a little walk through our back yard, one of the things that she will make sure you see is the Pussy Willow shrub. She'll probably proclaim, "Wook! It's wussy lillows!" as she points eagerly to a few limbs. As you are giggling at her pronunciation, make sure you appreciate that the appearance of those fuzzy little orbs is an excellent sign that spring really can't be that far away. Puxatawny Phil can shove it, because wook! It's wussy lillows!

Pint-Sized Photo Shoot

For as long as I've had Mr. Canon, Alexis has had free reign to my old digital camera. She will go months without taking any photos, but then will take hundreds in a matter of days. I tend to forget to download her photos until I need that camera for something and find that it's full. When I do finally download her photos, I always find some most excellent stuff. For example, I found what was obviously a photo diary of many of Alexis' favorite things.

Alexis' play kitchen. She's had it for two years, and there have been very few days that she hasn't played with it.

This little photo shoot took place a few days after Alexis' birthday, and I guess she really liked her princess decorations. She took pictures of all three of the dangly things.

I'm not exaggerating when I say we scored The Greatest Birthday Present EVAH this year. I have a whole post about it coming soon, and Alexis made sure to take a photo of it because she really, really, really likes it.

Of course, Alexis really likes the cats. Powder:

And Coal:

She also apparently likes the TV, even when it's showing the really awful American Idol contestants.

She's a fan of her new penguin t-shirt, which came via the fabulous Anglophile Football Fanatic.

I can tell you that Alexis has been paying a lot of attention to me as I take photos, because she has almost as many extreme close-ups as I do. Although, I don't think I've ever taken a photo THIS close to Meg.

This is Alexis' magnet toy that hangs out on our fridge. It's another huge hit, even though she's had it for over a year.

And, of course, the proof that she was taking photos of her favorite things. Me!

She couldn't possibly have been taking a photo of the bowl of ice cream I had in my hands. No way, it's that she lurves me.

Can You Keep a Secret?

Psst . . .

Don't repeat what I'm about to write to anyone. NO ONE. I will hunt you down and stab you in the face with a spork if you do. Got it?

Remember that thing where Alexis had turned into a diabolical monster? You know, the thing where she was acting Three by impersonating a grumpy Linda Blair? She was arguing with everything we said, throwing fits like they were parties, and generally making it very difficult to even be in a room with her.

She's done now.

No, really. I haven't seen a full-blown fit in two weeks. There have been minor disagreements, but we've worked through them without resorting to terrorist tactics. There's still a bit of mouthiness, and I'm still considering writing to the dictionary police and begging them to remove the word "no" from the English language, but it's SO much better around here.

I might even like the kid again.

Funny thing is, one morning she walked down the hall, climbed into bed with me, and whispered, "Momma, I'm done being mad now."

She knew she was being a jerk. And, decided to stop.

Wooooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooooo!

Just please don't tell anyone. I don't want word to get back to Alexis that I have noticed that's she's back to her usual spectacular self. She is her mother's daughter, and will most certainly switch back just to spite me.

Shhhhhh . . .