It’s been a few weeks since I’ve put some pictures on the blog… so, it’s about time… right?
Friday, during the week of packing, Zoe and I took a day off and headed to Orlando to see some old friends of mine from Michigan. It was a great day, a day away from chaos.
The next day was our last with Hemmmingway. This was the last picture I took of the two of them together….
God. Doesn’t that just make you tear up? ‘Cause I can’t look at it without wanting to bawl my eyes out. Moving on…
Have you ever tried unpacking with a toddler at your feet? This is what it looks like…
Zoe asked to be wrapped up after I finished wrapping a birthday present for a little boy {with girly wrapping paper and yellow duct tape… just call me resourceful}
My little darling Zoebear, cute as can possibly be. She loves to wear frilly things and then run to the mirror to check herself out, and… of course… run to Daddy to make sure he approves. I’m not making this up.
Sometimes we like to wear headbands.
But, what we like to do even MORE is help Mommy make pasta salad {translation: eat all the olives out of the bowl one at a time}
1) Zoe was sitting beside me on the couch about 2 seconds ago and I caught a *whiff* of something unpleasant. I asked her if she went poopy and she said, “No”. She did though, she just didn’t want to stop reading her book. I asked if she needed a diaper and she said, “No”. Again, not true. Chick needs a diaper.
2) Almost 90% of the time, unless she’s doing something that she doesn’t want to be pulled away from, Zoe now tells me when she went poopy by coming to me {grabbing herself} and saying, “Diape”.
3) I absolutely refuse to potty train her until she can completely verbalize the entire process.
4) Is that wrong?
5) Right now, when I go potty, she comes with me, *uses* her potty, grabs some toilet paper, tries to wipe me, and then flushes the toilet. I can neither confirm nor deny if she’s tried the same thing with Brad, all I can say is, I’ve seen her get kicked out of the bathroom more than once when Daddy’s in there. I think it’s hilarious.
6) I also think that somebody should tell women who are pregnant or who are thinking about getting pregnant to prepare themselves to have somebody stand at knee level and watch intently. It’s unnerving, and incredibly weird… and nobody prepares you for it. But, I promise you, every mother has experienced it.
7) I’m sorry that 6 out of the last 7 items were about pooping and peeing.
8 ) I can’t promise that it’ll never happen again.
9) Yesterday, Zoe and I met a friend and her son at the zoo. Zoe and this little boy are pretty close and absolutely love each other.
10) I love seeing Zoe interact with “older” kids. She looks up to them so much.
11) Elijah, the little boy, LOVES the carousel. He kept asking, “Let’s go to the parasail!” the whole time. So, we did.
12) Zoe, on the other hand, DOES NOT love the carousel. In fact, she hates it.
13) When we were waiting, she seemed OK. Then it was time to go on and I asked her what animal she wanted to ride. The tiger? No. The lion? No. The elephant? No. The horsey? No. The ostrich? No. Do you want to sit next to Elijah? No. Do you want to sit behind him? No. Look, here’s an elephant, you love elephants. No.
14) I finally chose to put her beside Elijah, and chica had a full blown freak out. Clinging to my neck, refused to sit on the animal. I strapped her in for about 30 seconds and she couldn’t handle it. So we ended up riding the carousel with her in my arms, standing between two animals.
15) On the way back out of the zoo we had to pass back by the carousel. The second that zoo caught a glance of it she stopped walking. I tried to coax her to keep walking. She sat down.
16) My child had her own “sit-in” protest at the age of 18 months over riding a carousel. She didn’t cry or throw a fit, she just calmly sat down as if to say, “There is no way in hell that you’re going to get me on that thing again.”
17) Except, she’s 18 months, so she probably doesn’t cuss. =)
I went to school to be a History teacher, I became a stay at home mom instead. Known to fly by the seat of my pants. I tend to greet life with laughter. Wife to the most amazing husband in the world, mother to a spunky toddler and ridiculously easy baby. I'm a wanna-be photographer. Avid reader. Lover of Diet Coke, fall clothes, peanut butter, and God. Addicted to Home Decor blogs.
