And the cat gets a point

Poor kitty has had to get used to living in a rather confined space in our new residence.  She was used to being able to saunter through the upstairs at our old house, then be turned loose to go crazy in the basement.  Well she just doesn't have that here.

Every now and then, she goes a little nuts.  She'll race through the family room and make the loop through the kitchen/laundry room area like there's a mountain lion trying to eat her for lunch.  A time or two, she has run right in to my leg.  Once I remember tripping over her, trying not to fall to the floor.  The other time I believe it was her who took a little trip into the wall.  

Alyssa was the unfortunate one to encounter crazy kitty today.  I was having her come in the bathroom to do her hair or something and here comes kitty from the opposite direction.  The cat went racing through the door way that Alyssa was coming through, took her out at the knees and left her sprawled out on her little tummy.  Poor Alyssa!  Dang cat!  Needless to say, kitty got a major time out from her Alyssa.

Side note:  Today as we were walking in to the grocery store, another mom was walking out with a screaming toddler (poor mom).  Lately, when Alyssa has witnessed a screaming child she has informed me that "they are just having a bad day."  Today?  "Mom, is that baby having issues?"  Ha!  Indeed!

Buford

Last week when I was painting Alyssa's soon-to-be room, we were having a little chat.  I love her endless chatter.  She always have something fantastic to say.  That day was no exception.  The discussion went a little something like this.

Me:  Hey Alyssa, who are we painting this room for?

Alyssa:  Um... my boyfriend.  He lives with me.  We live together.

Me:  You live with your boyfriend, eh?

Alyssa: Yup.

Hmmm....

Then her grandpa came in.  Apparently they had a similar conversation.  Alyssa told him she was going for a ride in the back seat of his car with her boyfriend.  (I'm sure she got quite an expressive look from grandpa.)  And an even more shocked one when she later ran by and asked him to babysit her kid for her. 

Oh boy!  The best part of the story?  Her boyfriend's name is Buford. 

Never a dull day with this one.

L-A-GOON

Well, it's official.  I've spent more time at Lagoon in the past week than I have in the last 5-10 years of my life.  And it was quite enjoyable.  We went last week for our stake lagoon day, and met up with my brother-in-laws family.  Then, of course, we had to bounce back with them today. 

I didn't realize how many rides they have for little kids.  My fearless Alyssa had the time of her life.  The only ride she refused to go on more than once was the lady bug bop.  Tim took her on it and as soon as it dropped she started saying "ok, I'm done-I'm done-I'm done-I'm done."  Hilarious! 

When we first got there she kept saying that she wanted to go on roller coasters.  But when we got around to little puff she was NOT interested.  Ok - that's fine.  It's nothing compared to the other things she had been on, but whatever.  Finally today I talked her in to it.  I reminded her about her wanting to go on "roller coasters" and told her that's what Puff is.  "It is?! Well ok - let's do it!"  Silly girl.

She braved the rattle snake rapids - twice.  Both times we were on the side that goes right underneath the waterfall.  Tim and I dove over the top of her so she didn't get pelted with the falls.  It did not save her from being soaked, however.

The swings, of course, was one of her favorite rides.

   Brave, confident and friendly. That's my little girl.  Before we met up with her cousins and she was riding, she didn't care if I went on the rides with her or if I watched.  The little rides that I couldn't go on, and sometimes they double up the single riders?  She just started chatting with whomever hopped in the ride with her.  Or she would just hop in with someone else and make a new friend.  What a fantastic little girl she is.  When I grow up, I want to be just like her.