EIGHTEEN

Theodorable trying to fit into a 2T size shirt and almost succeeding.

 2016 week eighteen.

Vera tried to decide that she didn't take naps anymore, so we went to the park every day this week. That fixed her. Or I've been played... Either way it was glorious outside and she took glorious naps. So win win.

Theo being introduced to pizza. Love love love.

Zoo day with friends!

So precious riding a kangaroo. I think the statues were her favorite part of the zoo. 

Or maybe playing in the water was her favorite part. 

Look at Oliver smiling at Theodore. I keep going back to look at how sweet this smile is. 

A day full of incessant whining and too-cool for you looks. 

She prefers to hold onto my skirt rather than my hand when we walk places. It's easier for me to have one more free hand so I don't mind. Plus my heart melts a bit at the sweetness of a chubby fist full of Mama's skirt.

Popsicle treat on the walk home from the store. It was EVERYWHERE. Whatever. I let her be messy. The popsicle juice was almost up to her armpit. Haha. 

Happy Mother's Day breakfast in bed. It was stormy and windy outside. I got to stay in my extra soft cozy bed listening to tango music (I really love tango music -strange I know) watching Vera run in and out of the room, and Theo rolling all over the bed just enjoying watching the trees sway. 

Then Matthew brought me pancakes, bacon, chamomile tea and some Mother's day cards. And I got to silently eat my breakfast all by my self with no children begging for food or slamming their fists into my food. Perfect. 

Quotes:

Over breakfast the other day Vera kept asking me, "Why did you wake me up?"
Me, "I didn't wake you up."
Vera, "Yeah, but why did you go into my room to wake me up?"
Me, "I didn't go into your room to wake you up."
Vera, "Yes. But why did you wake me up?"
Matthew laughing, "She's gaslighting you. Haha."

"Mama, do you want pee or poop or six chocolates?"

"My hair went crazy kind of like toilet paper!"

V walking around pretending to text on her little phone, "Wait a minute. Wait a minute ok, Mama? Wait a minute. Ok, Mama, now what do you want to say?"

Me, "Is that your grocery list?"
V, "Yes,"
Me, "What do you need to buy at the store?"
V, "Mushrooms. I need a LOT of mushrooms for Giraffe."

"You can be Tinkerbell, but I'll be the real Belle like the shakers."

"Scaries wear dark thinks and Spider-Man wears light things."

"I'm not a cave boy that's why I don't have a penis. I always don't have a penis."

"I'm a minute. And a minute ALWAYS wears a hat." 2 minutes later. "A minute Does Not Ever wear a hat."

"I just love to go poop. I do it every day."

"If lions try to bite us I will just poke them in the eye and they will stop."

Stories:
The night before we went to the zoo I prepped Vera by telling her she would not be able to put dress up on first thing in the morning. She would have to wear real clothes because we were going to the zoo. So I let her help me pick and we laid her clothes out ready for the morning. When I went back to check on her an hour later she was fast asleep with her dress over her pajamas and her hat on her head. It was really precious.

She's been napping hard this week because I've been taking her to the park every day. I will wake her up after an hour or hour and a half to help her sleep better in the evening. She wakes up from such a deep sleep that she's still dreaming. One day she woke up and started standing up in her bed saying, "Wait, let me just get this rock out of my shoe." Then she looked so confused about why she was awake and standing up. I laughed so hard. It was such a thrilling moment to glimpse what her little dreams are about.

There has been so much whining and crying and complaining lately. One day we went to the park and she complained THE WHOLE TIME. She wouldn't go play. She just wanted to stay by me and whine about the park. Finally it was time to go. And guess who cried and complained about it being time to go? A couple days later we were at a different park and I brought her lunch. She moaned and whined and complained about the food I brought. I cajoled and coaxed and compromised until she ate almost all of it. Then I finished it. Then she whined and cried and complained that she was hungry. Gah. I just couldn't win.