Goat and goo-goo goggles, G - g - G
I found my favorite nail polish! In looking for something completely unrelated last night, I discovered the bottle stuffed between the cushions of the couch. Definitely a product of Zoe craftiness. She's been loving crawling all over the couch lately.
The other night, we were all hanging out in the library, playing. Zoe walked out, apparently going on one of her Zozo trips (to put Hoot somewhere, or deposit some Lego bricks in her bed - a current favorite activity, or chase a cat, etc.). We waited a few moments, and thought we heard her heading down the hallway. Ahhh, the Lego bricks. After a bit I got up and went after her. Halfway down the hallway I realized she wasn't down there. I turned around, and there was this perfect little Zoe head looking over the back of the couch at me from the living room. She was just hangin' out on the couch, by herself. It was so incongruous and not at all what I expected that I cracked up laughing.
One of Zozo's favorite books is Dr. Seuss's ABCs. She loves it. She will sit through an entire reading of it (which is rare for a toddler) multiple times a day. This is the one book that M really doesn't care for, as it has things like duck-dogs and lions licking lollipops and ten tired turtles on a tuttle tuttle tree, and those just don't exist in his logical engineer world. To top it off, it's one of the longest books she owns. So, of course, I get a kick out of sending Zoe over to him with this particular book in her hand. Last night was no exception. So there she went, and as soon as I saw the look on his face when he saw the title, I started laughing. And couldn't stop.
It was one of those instances where the more you try to stop laughing, the harder you laugh. I had tears squirting out of my eyes and, at one point, couldn't even catch my breath. It didn't help that M was reading with mock hilarity and on the verge of cracking up himself. I'd just get myself under control and he'd start up with "Big F, little f, what begins with F? Four fluffy feathers on a fiffer feffer feff!" Hearing my engineer husband say "fiffer feffer feff" just about does me in.
Needless to say, Zozo thought her mommy was having some sort of attack and worked herself into a lather, and so we had to hug and pat each other until we were both back under control.
Given that outcome, I doubt M will ever read Dr. Seuss's ABCs again, and I'll be the one stuck with Aunt Annie's alligator, itchy itchy Ichabod, mice in the moonlight, etc.
The other night, we were all hanging out in the library, playing. Zoe walked out, apparently going on one of her Zozo trips (to put Hoot somewhere, or deposit some Lego bricks in her bed - a current favorite activity, or chase a cat, etc.). We waited a few moments, and thought we heard her heading down the hallway. Ahhh, the Lego bricks. After a bit I got up and went after her. Halfway down the hallway I realized she wasn't down there. I turned around, and there was this perfect little Zoe head looking over the back of the couch at me from the living room. She was just hangin' out on the couch, by herself. It was so incongruous and not at all what I expected that I cracked up laughing.
One of Zozo's favorite books is Dr. Seuss's ABCs. She loves it. She will sit through an entire reading of it (which is rare for a toddler) multiple times a day. This is the one book that M really doesn't care for, as it has things like duck-dogs and lions licking lollipops and ten tired turtles on a tuttle tuttle tree, and those just don't exist in his logical engineer world. To top it off, it's one of the longest books she owns. So, of course, I get a kick out of sending Zoe over to him with this particular book in her hand. Last night was no exception. So there she went, and as soon as I saw the look on his face when he saw the title, I started laughing. And couldn't stop.
It was one of those instances where the more you try to stop laughing, the harder you laugh. I had tears squirting out of my eyes and, at one point, couldn't even catch my breath. It didn't help that M was reading with mock hilarity and on the verge of cracking up himself. I'd just get myself under control and he'd start up with "Big F, little f, what begins with F? Four fluffy feathers on a fiffer feffer feff!" Hearing my engineer husband say "fiffer feffer feff" just about does me in.
Needless to say, Zozo thought her mommy was having some sort of attack and worked herself into a lather, and so we had to hug and pat each other until we were both back under control.
Given that outcome, I doubt M will ever read Dr. Seuss's ABCs again, and I'll be the one stuck with Aunt Annie's alligator, itchy itchy Ichabod, mice in the moonlight, etc.
posted by Amy at 9:47 AM
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