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I Have No Idea What She's Talking About

Alexis and I had a bit of a girl's night out this evening, and while I thought we had a pretty good time, I'm not all that sure Alexis felt the same. As we were nearing our neighborhood, we had this conversation in the car:

Alexis: We watch Bug's Life.
Me: No, we're not watching Bug's Life. No TV tonight.
Alexis: Yes, TV is on and we watch Bug's Life.
Me: No, ma'am. There will be no TV tonight.
Alexis: Watch Bug's Life, silly!
Me.: Oh, no we're not, silly.
Alexis: No, you silly!
Me: You're sillier.
Alexis: No, you sillier!
Me: You're the silliest.
Alexis: No, you're the silliest.
Me: Nope, you're the silliest.
Alexis: Momma, you're a mess.

Just a reminder, we're donating all September ad revenue to the Flight 93 Memorial Fund. Perhaps this would be a good time to check out an old post or two? How about this one?


Remember 9/11

During the Great Burgh Staycation, one of our goals was to travel two hours East of Pittsburgh and visit the Flight 93 Memorial in Somerset County. I personally had already been to the World Trade Center and Pentagon sites. They are not at all like the Flight 93 site.

The contrast between the bustling progress filled with constant subtle reminders of what happened at the World Trade Center and the stark lack of bustling progress at the Flight 93 site was disconcerting. While the World Trade Center site is bathed in political turmoil, the fact of the matter is that a fitting memorial is being constructed and every single person working at that site is aware of the magnitude of their efforts. At the Flight 93 site, a lone volunteer mans the site, providing periodic presentations and answering questions. Beyond that, it is a tiny little square of land amidst a huge open field, filled with trinkets, tokens of appreciation, and mementos left behind by site visitors.

My feelings about what happened to the people that died where that flag now flies are perfectly summed up by a letter hanging at the site:

In case you can't read it, the letter says:

This site is where Flight 93 crashed. Its real destination was the White House.

If it weren't for four brave men who knows what would have happened to the government. This country honors those men as heroes. September 11, 2001 was a terrible day, but it could have been worse. I thank those men.

Joshua Phillips
Anderson, SC

There are plans to build a permanent memorial at the Flight 93 site. Fundraising efforts have, thus far, been somewhat lackluster. Awareness is certainly not what it should be. I feel like people are starting to forget the sacrifice the people aboard that plane knowingly made.

I refuse to forget.

Advertising revenues from this site are normally deposited in full to Alexis' savings account. It's her blog, so it's her money--every penny of it. However, this month we will be remembering all of the victims of 9/11, and specifically the Flight 93 heroes, by donating all September revenue to the Flight 93 Memorial Fund. Ad revenue is determined by page views, so if you would like to help us contribute a little more money, click around. You can also honor the Flight 93 passengers by donating directly here.


Big Head, Big Heart

When I enrolled Alexis in gymnastics lessons, I have to admit I had a few ulterior motives. While the main reason I enrolled her was the hope that she would have some fun, I certainly consider it a bonus if the kid manages to somehow learn to be slightly less klutzy. I would love for her to go from having the grace of a buffalo wearing high heels to that of a tutu-wearing hippopotamus.

So far, that is soooo not working out. I swear the kid has a lead weight in her head because she winds up landing on it several times a day. Her head is abnormally ginormous (if I had permission from the other kids' parents I would show you photos from a daycare picnic which clearly shows her head is twice the width of all the other kids--she may be a blockhead, but she's MY blockhead). She has always had a big head, and will probably always have a big head. At some point in time she's going to have to figure out how to keep it above her shoulders on a consistent basis.

When the kid isn't knocking her noggin on the floor, she's on her butt. I don't understand it, I just know that she manages to fall flat on her tush at least a dozen times per day. Sometimes she's running like a madwoman and falls, sometimes she's spinning like a top and falls, and sometimes she's doing something highly recommended like jumping on the couch and falls.

If I had a dollar for each time I have yelled at her to quit jumping on the couch, I would have enough money to hire the kid a few bodyguards to protect her from herself.

The path to less klutz seems to be a bit too late. A few nights ago, the awkward buffalo was bouncing on the couch, getting yelled at, and then felt the need to prove my point by falling off. Of course her booty landed right on the edge of a puzzle box. Across her behind is a very lovely inch wide bruise.

It looks like we spanked her with a stick.

It's been two days. The bruise is pretty dang noticeable if you're changing her diaper. I'm torn on one little issue. Is the fact that daycare hasn't mentioned it because they haven't noticed it, or is it because they have met her and her klutzy buffalo ways?

(BTW, she's not There's Something Wrong Klutzy, she's A Father's Daughter Klutzy.)