June 3, 2010
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Pretty Pretty Princesses
Zoe’s Daily Funny:
So whenver I take Zoe out of the car she stands next to the rear right tire while she waits for me to get our bags out of the car. So as of last week she actually stood there and inspected the tire. So now she knows who the Michelin man is. I don’t think there are many 2 year olds out there that know who he is or even cares who he is. Zoe cares because she is my half pint weirdo. Hahaha. She’ll stand there and go…
Zoe: Umma who is that?!
Me: You know who that is. Who is it Zoe?
Zoe: The Michelin man. One Michelin man, two Michelin man. Mommy there’s 2 Michelin man! (there’s a logo on opposite ends of the tire)
Me: That’s right! Get in the car.
Last saturday her dad put her in the car without her getting a chance to check out her Michelin men and she was crying “MICHELIN MAN….*sob*… MICHELIN MAN!”
Oh dear Lord! Of all the things to get upset about!
So this week has been a little rough so far. I woke up tuesday morning and I see small blood drops and smears at the head of the bed. Miss Zoe, who was still sleeping also had dry blood under her right nostril. I looked at her index finger and realized the picky noser picked her nose while she was sleeping which caused the bloody mess because there was blood only on her nose picking finger. *sigh* I woke her up to get her ready for school and when I told her that her nose had bled and showed her the blood on her finger she started to smile at it.
Hello weirdo? That’s not a good thing.
Then tuesday night she woke up at 2:30 asking fo rmilk. I woke the hubs up to get her a bottle. While we were waiting for him I noticed something dark on the bed by Zoe. So I leaned over her to look closer. Girlfriend picked her nose again! And there was more blood than the night before. *sigh* I wiped her dry blood off her face and just went back to sleep so I could just deal with it in the am. When I woke up I stripped all the sheets off AGAIN. I woke her up and lectured her and this time I told her if she kept picking her nose a snake would come out and bite her finger. Haha… Call me mean. It worked. However last night she woke up at 4am. I think she had a bad dream cause she just started to yell and whimper. Poor thing. She asked for milk again. Her father went and got it for her. I turned my back to her and tried to go back to sleep. Instead of just drinking it and going back to sleep this one started talking in the dark.
Zoe: Ariel is pretty.
Me: That’s right. She is pretty.
Zoe: Snow White is pretty. (Oh dear Lord. I know where this is going. I know she’s gonna list them all!)
Me: I know Zoe. Stop talking.
Zoe: Sleeping Beauty is pretty too. Cinderella is pretty too.
Me: *ignoring*
Zoe: Belle is pretty, Pocahontas is pretty, Mulan is pretty…Jasmine is pretty too.
Me: *Ignoring*
Zoe: Umma is pretty.
Me: That’s right. (So what? I broke my silence.) Zoe is pretty too!
Zoe: Daddy is pretty.
Me: He sure is. He’ll be happy to hear that.
It think she went to sleep close to 5. Everytime she would move “Mommy my blanket come off!” STOP MOVING! STOP TALKING TO ME ZOE!
Surprisingly I’m not that tired today even though it was hard to get out fo bed. The hubs however had a hard time getting up and he was really cranky. So when he got off the 166 bus to Port Authority he said there were 3 black guys where they got off and they said comments like “Damn there’s mad chinks on this bus! Godzilla must be loose somewhere!” It’s the 166 from Palisades Park which is fuckin’ Korea of New Jersey you assholes! So the hubs told me that 1 or 2 guys said something along the lines of “It’s not cool to say stuff like that” or something close to it. MY CRANKY PANTS however says “Oh look. It’s 3 black guys. Someone must be passing out welfare checks somewhere.”
So OF COURSE one of the black guy says “What the fuck did you say?!” and then my husband was thinking “ohshitohshitohshit…” and he said he started walking fast. He said that they were following him and then 2 cops approached them and got both sides of the story and basically told all of them that they were retarded. One of the cops let my husband go and said that they were going to hold on to the 3 guys till he was well out of sight. In this day and age ya know? Assholes.
:: 06.27.10 :: The Incredible Tent
Funny story about this tent: 2 weeks ago I bring Zoe down and start packing her food for school. Out of the blue, and she’s pretty random I mus say, she goes…
Zoe: I hate Aunt Carment.
Me: Oh really?
Zoe: Yes.
Me: Ok. Well then I guess we can give Aunt Carmen her Incredibles tent back. Aunt Carmen bought that for you.
Zoe: (thinking about it, thinking about it…) I love Aunt Carment. (smiling)
Me: Thought so.
Comments (9)
Zoe is so cute!!! hahaha man I am already imaging what I have to look forward to in the future with my daughter I am glad you have such a humor about things.
About your hubs man I would have said the same thing as him. Ignorance never seems to astound me. It’s like okay double standard much you can talk crap but I am expected to say nothing? but he is lucky the cops showed up That seemed like a dangerous situation.
And to think… the whole thing on the bus started all because of Zoe’s princesses.
@orangemomo01 - @jiNNie_g - to think in this day and age that shit like that is still happening is like still surprising to me. especially in new york! it’s zoe’s fault. hahaha
walt picks his nose in his sleep too…young or old i can’t fix his old habit. and he has massive nose bleeds!
the hubs’ story reminds me of your sister’s story ….. hehe
You guys are so ridiculous! I love the story about C the most! = )
Let me tell you a story about my run in with 2 racist black people, both of whom told me to “go back to my own country.”
1. It was sophomore year in college. I was driving on campus and came to a blinking red traffic light. I came to a full stop before trying to make the right turn. Behind me was this black chick getting all mad and honking her horn. She pulls around me and starts yelling at me and we exchange words. I told her how it’s a blinking red light and you’re supposed to come to a complete stop, etc… She blurts out, “Why don’t you just go back to your own country!?” I ended the conversation with, “Why don’t you go pick some cotton!?”
2. It was my first year after college and I was working in the city at a big law firm. I was carrying some folded up boxes through the lobby of the GM building and I guess this black woman (in her 40′s or 50s) was walking behind me. I guess I was walking too slowly for her (remember I’m carrying like 10 large folded up boxes), so she walks around me and we exchange words. She says to me, “Why don’t you just go back to your own country!?” Well, needless to say, I ended the conversation again with, “Why don’t you go pick some cotton!?”
I’m not overtly racist and don’t go around telling black people to go pick cotton, but if you’re going to be ignorant enough (as a black person who’s ancestors probably came to this country involuntarily) to tell me to “go back to my own country” then I will happily fight ignorance with ignorance.
OMG i love this girl’s little personality…almost makes me wanna have kids…sigh…hope ur hubby didn’t run into those dudes again…
i love the list of pretty princesses!