Down the shirt it goes.

Yesterday was our anniversary, and it was excellent. Thanks Karen for watching Alana. Thanks Stuart for marrying me!

When we got home from picking up Alana, she fell asleep. She had too much fun with Jake to take a nap at her normal time, and I figured I'd just let her sleep. After 30 minutes she was crying pretty hard. I went in her room and got her out of bed, grateful that hopefully she would go to bed earlier than I had thought since her nap was short. However, she was miserable. She kept acting like her tummy hurt or that something was wrong, just screaming and generally acting unhappy. I decided to change her diaper and found something that shouldn't have surprised me too much: a set of keys sticking out the top of the front of her diaper (no wonder she woke up when she rolled onto her tummy).

Jake loves to play with keys, and Alana loves to stick things down her shirt. The shirt makes a particularly effective pocket if it is a onesie, because treasures can't just fall out the bottom. We knew a while ago that she was a shirt stuffer, but most of her winter shirts were fitted around the neck and didn't allow her to put things down them. But when we switched to summer clothes and onesies, she rediscovered the novelty of the pocket-shirt. In fact, a couple weeks ago she walked up and down the street picking dandelions and depositing them in her shirt. Before we went inside I took all of them out...or so I thought. At bathtime, I discovered more (by that time quite wilted) dandelions, as well as a few pebbles and a small twig. Some of these things even got inside her diaper...

Here are some pictures we took of Alana with her plastic balls stuffed down her shirt. Hopefully it doesn't look like we're promoting her trying to become a woman too soon, but what could we do other than laugh and watch.

The little darling is still not in bed right now. She had been screaming in her bed for 10 minutes and driving us a little mad. When we went in there she said "Binky! binky!" We looked under the bed. We looked behind the bed. We even checked under the blanket. But where was binky? (yes, she's really attached, and we often wander the house saying "binky, where are you.")

Her binky was by her leg. Stuffed inside her blanket sleeper, where she was unable to retrieve it. I'm off to try and lull her to sleep! :)