Baby Monk...

Have you ever watched Monk? You know, the brilliant but particular dectective? Well, we have got our own little version at home.

Every time you see Monk walking down the street he has to touch every lightpost, mailbox, etc. Overwhelming compulsion. Can't help it.




Every time Alex goes outside to play she has to touch all nine of the landscaping lights in the front yard. She starts with the ones in the front... smiling, leaning, giggling.

Then she makes her way down the driveway. Stopping at each one and looking at you with some combination of joy and a request for permission.

Then, while our front yard was being torn apart, there were little flags marking the underground whatevers. Little Monk had to make her way to each one. Just touch it and move on.

Let's just hope she doesn't grow up to be as "particular" as Monk or Papa!