Debbie Does Drivel

UPDATE

Baby Alexa is now over 6 months old and spends most of her time going "ahhhhhhhh roar ahhhhhh rrrrrrrrrr ahhhhhhhhhh" and "eh eh cough cough ehhhh" and "pffffffff pbbbbbb pfffffffffff pbbbbbbbb (large explosion of spit bubbles here) pffffff pbbbbbbb." She has discovered her voice and puts it to good use. Fake coughs are by far her favorite sound emission and she will always check to be sure we are good and worried about the cough plague that seems to have recently befallen her.

She's pretty goofy, but is periodically prone to giving us turbo serious looks that say: "Look, I think you two have a problem. I prefer my eating routine to be squash, rice cereal, squash, NOT rice cereal, peas, peas as you so barbarically have assumed."

Alex loves her feet and will eat them often, in addition to any teeny molecule she's picked up from the floor, making her mama run often to the Emergency Services CPR leaflet lodged just out of reach between a dollar bill and a Sav-On receipt.

She adores people, especially little people of her own persuasion. They love her too, and we get kids coming up to her all the time. We had a Romeo & Juliet incident a few weeks ago, when Alex and an 11-month-old baby boy engaged in an intense stare affair that made me believe in soulmates. The boy literally cried and stuck his arms out in a futile gesture to make his way back to Alex after he was taken away.

Alex is an independent soul. She knows what she wants, dammit, and that stupid dog thing is not it. Give her back that stupid alien baby rattle. And yes, she means NOW, you idiot dog-giving-to parent.

Her preferred mode of transport is rolling. She won't crawl, not yet, but she can roll like a bun with cinnamon on top. Speaking of which, this baby will eat anything, including the lemon in her dad's ice tea. She's off the charts, size/weight-wise, clocking in at nearly 22 pounds and 29 inches.

She will be a soccer player. Or woman wrestler. My girl's a bruiser. She'll kick you to death if you'd let her. Or maim you by ripping the earring out of your ear lobe.

Yep, her personality is really developing. My sweet giant, toe-eating, heartbreaker spit bubbler. And now I must go investigate her most recent bout of troubling whopping cough. She'll kick me if I don't. Or eat me.