I knew I'd been doing bad at updating, but 3 months?!!! I always say that if there's time to write about what I'm doing, it's because I'm not doing enough to be worth writing about. If there's something worth writing about, then I have no time.
Here's a snapshot of what's happened the last 90-several days.
THE BEAR: Alex loves his stuffed bear that Callie made for him at Build a Bear while Leigh and I were picking him up in Taiwan. He carries that thing everywhere. He buckles it in any empty seat he can find in the van. He holds it while riding his big wheel. He sleeps with it. It sits beside him while we eat. There are only 2 problems with Bear:
1. He is always filthy. If I can convince Alex to let me wash it, Alex cries the whole time until Bear comes out of the washing machine. Then he promptly carries Bear outside and plays with it in the dirt. Alex likes to trick me too. He'll tell me I can wash Bear, but he digs him out of the washing machine before I finish getting it loaded.
2. Because Alex carries bear everywhere, Bear often gets left in odd places. It's a nightly ritual to look all over until we can find him.
MUFFIN MAN: Alex loves to make muffins. And if we aren't really making muffins, he likes to place the paper liners in the muffin trays and then take them out and stack them up. Alternately, he likes to squish them up. Occasionally this activity is accompanied by him humming "Do you know the Muffin Man."
LOST: On Independence Day, Alex gave me a scare that left quite an impression. We had gone to Small Town, USA to watch a parade (more firetrucks than floats and all the politicians and baseball teams throw salt water taffy). The parade goes right past my parents' house, so many family members had gathered on the front lawn. I unloaded our lawn chairs from the back of the van and set them up, and was taking pictures and visiting while waiting for the parade to start. After a few minutes, I looked around and couldn't see Alex. Everyone started searching inside and out. I was almost frantic. What if he had followed some other parade-goer up or down the street? And then I looked over at the van; suddenly I knew he must have climbed into it while I was hauling chairs. Sure enough, he was there, and he was pretty sad. He wasn't in there very long, and it was a cool day for the 4th of July, but it is scary to think what could have happened.
More this and that later. I guess I'd better fix dinner.
