May 6, 2010

• Update on The Zoe and Easter Photos

  So I feel like right after I wrote that last post to my baby about giving me heartburn and constipation it actually listened to me. It was like literally a day or 2 after. I just went back to normal. GOOD BABY!!! MOMMY LOVES YOU!
  
  Zoe’s Daily Funny:
  So a while back I told Zoe how to spell her name. Of course she was like 15months old and wasn’t listening to me. So last month I went to pick her up at school and she pointed to her nametag on her bin and asked me…
  
  Zoe: Umma wus dat?
  Me: Zoe, that’s your name. Z-O-E spells Zoe.
  Zoe: Z-O-E spells Zoe.
  Me: Good job Zoe!
  
  Then she pointed to the bin next to hers and said…
  Zoe: Umma wus dat?
  Me: That’s Jonah’s bin.
  Zoe: Spell it.
  Me: J-O-N-A-H spells Jonah.
  Zoe: I wanna do it!
  Me: Ok so do it.
  Zoe: Z-O-E spells Jonah!
  Me: Um…okay good job

  This past saturday we went to visit baby Oliver and his parents, Uncle Vaish and Aunt Carmen in BasysiEED (It’s really Bayside but I’m trying to say it like the idiots that say WestsiEED so technically that makes me an idiot). I told Vaish that Zoe was a genius and I told him to check it, check it out…
  
  Me: Zoe, how do you spell Zoe?
  Zoe: Z-O-E spells Zoe
  Uncle Vaish looked highly impressed. I told him we weren’t done.
  Me: Zoe, how do you spell Uncle Vaish?
  Zoe: Z-O-E spells Uncle Vaish
  Me: Zoe, how do you spell daddy?
  Zoe: Z-O-E spells daddy.
  Vaish is like cracking up and so is the hubs because he had no idea that Zoe spelled everything with HER NAME.
  Me: Zoe how do you spell Aunt Carmen
  Zoe: Z-O-E spells Aunt Carment (she adds a “T” to the name. Don’t ask)
  Me: Zoe how do you spell Oliver?
  Zoe: Z-O-E spells Oliver

  The whole time I’m quizzing her she’s not even looking at me. She’s just running around playing while answering my spelling quiz. So for you fools who don’t know how to spell, just ask Zoe. Dude. SHE A GENIUS.
  
  The Many Sides of Her Majesty
  So Zoe is like the sunshine in our cloudy day. I mean the girl can piss us off pretty bad. There have been a handful of times where I’ve just HAD IT with her and while we’re showering together I’ll cry because she can’t tell the difference between my tears and shower water. Hahaha. And then she’ll do something to make me laugh while we’re washing, and then just like that I’ll have forgiven her for stressing me to no end. And there are so many moments of sweetness. At night while she’s drinking her milk and lying in her sleep position she sometimes has to hold my finger while she falls asleep and if I pull away too soon she’ll grab it tightly.  When she used to cry at school in the morning I would come pick her up at the end of the day and she would tell me that she cried. I’d say “Why did you cry Zoe?” and she would answer back “I don’t know.” So I would say “Zoe you don’t have to cry because what?” and she would then say ” Because mommmy always come back and pick up Zoe.” I think that eventually that was what reassured her that it was ok to be at school because she knew at the end of the day I’d be there.
  
  3rd Wheel
  Not me. Her dad. He’s the 3rd wheel. Like seriously. She makes him seem that way.
  Last saturday I woke up first and I turned on the tv while laying in bed for my 2 sleepy heads to wake up. Then the hubs wakes up next and rolls over to the foot of the bed so that we can lay together. Next we hear movement behind him and he turns to see that she had crawled up to him. So HE invited HER to lay between us. So now I’m spooning her and he’s facing her and she puts her foot on his belly and says “Ahpah go over there” and she points to where he was sleeping. He said no. She goes “Go away!” SOOOOO RUDE LITTLE GIRL! It’s like it can only be team mommy and Zoe and nobody else. *sigh* Which reminds me to show you a list of the wonderful pleasantries that comes out of her wonderful pouty mouth:
  
  Don’t touch me.
  Go away.
  Don’t do that.
  Don’t copy me.
  Be nice.
  Give it to me.
  Excuse me (but not the nice one, the stuck up one)
  
  Ah Zoe. Why you such a punk?
  Yesterday she got in trouble from me and she started to cry while asking for her daddy. I was surprised but pleased because she had this need for him when she was in trouble.
  
  :: 04.04.10 :: Easter Sunday
  This was like the perfect Easter sunday.
              
                                        
  
         
  
  
  
  
  
   
  
  
  
  
   
  
   
        
  
  
  
                                         
  
                                            
  
  
  
  After church…
                                              
  

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