Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Out for a run.

We were out for a run (more of a walk - the heat deterred the running part) and we stopped to pick some blackberries and feed them to Zoya and Isis as they sat in the stroller, then Zoya announced she needed to go "pooh and pee". She always says "pooh and pee" regardless of whether or not she is going to do one or the other or both. Way to keep us on our toes small child! So we are in a residential neighborhood with out a public restroom in site - the nearest probably a mile or so away. Anyone who has toddlers knows that when they say they need to go, they need to go right that instant. So we took her out of the stroller, lead her over near the bushes, stripped her down - had to get her completely naked too as she was wearing a jumper with no snaps at the crotch, and instructed her how to squat down. She followed all instructions perfectly without questions. She is squatting there for a few seconds and says, "I can't". So we redressed her, put her back in the stroller and crossed our fingers that she could hold it till we arrived home. As we are walking home - still not running, too hot, Zoya says, "Momma, where do dogs pee and pooh?" So I start listing all the places that dogs pee and pooh. To which Zoya responded, "I'm not a dog, I'm a little girl."

Monday, June 20, 2011

After a long pause



So yeah, I went from 7 weeks to 2 years and 4 months... poof. Where did it go? I realized today that Zoya is in this weird transition period. She's not a baby, not so much a toddler and not a little girl yet. Today provided the perfect illustrations of what I mean: I dropped her off at preschool for the first time. She cried a lot. My heart broke a lot. But mommy was a big girl and left her there. Eventually she was fine (of course) and settled in, painted, played etc. When I picked her up she said. "I lost you mommy. I love you. You dropped me off and went to talk to your friends." (not sure where she came up with that part but...) Later, we went to the playground and she wanted me to lift her up to do the monkey bars, which I did and she swung her legs up to hang by her knees and wanted me to let go of her (which I didn't). Then she proceeded to climb up on top of the monkey bars and sit there like a little monkey (me standing below her spotting her). In some respects she is quite fearless and quite the big girl. The whole goal in having kids is for them to grow up, right? But it's a wee bit sad at the same time.