It's Name is Monkey, Of Course

I'm sure I've bragged about this before, but here it comes again -- Mila doesn't ask for things when we go shopping. She might pick up a toy and carry it around for a few minutes, but it's unusual. She is a big fan of putting things away, so her normal is to pick things up, look at them for a minute, and then put them right back. On the odd occasion when she holds on to something longer, I can generally tell her to "put the baby to bed" or "pick up" or whatever and she does.

It's impressive in its simplicity.

(It's probably worth noting that she will fight me for candy. She's been known to pile as much on the belt at the register as she can. It looks like some sort of comedy skit with her throwing something up there, me or Alexis returning it, only to have her going the opposite direction with another armful of candy.) (Even better was the time she decided she would just start eating a pack of Rolos as fast as she could while I tried to unload our shopping cart. I paid for the Rolos, handed them to Alexis, and let her eat them in front of Mila. Who's the meanest mom? I AM!) (It seems Mila got the message on that one. She hasn't tried that trick since.) (More parenthesis! Woo!)

The fact that she doesn't ask for things results in Mila not getting things. She just doesn't seem to care. I guess Alexis' existing endless supply of crap is enough to keep the Tiny Human happy.

Alexis' endless supply of crap. That's a real thing. It may eventually be the name of her band because HOOBOY does that child like to hoard all of the things. She sleeps with so many stuffed animals that I can't even look in her room because there are all of the things staring at me. It's ... creepy.

But somehow there is always room for more.

A recent obsession with kangaroos means that Alexis was really very certain she couldn't leave the zoo without a new stuffed kangaroo. Which, whatever. She has money. If she wants to waste it on more stuffed creatures, fine. But if Alexis is getting something, it seems like Mila should get something. Mila wouldn't pick something, so I picked something for her and, well, now this is happening.

That orungatun. It is nearly as big as Mila and yet she has drug it absolutely everywhere since Sunday.

At least she's appreciative on the rare occasions that we buy her something.