z's boots

On Saturday afternoon Ty and I had a parenting faux paus when we both feel asleep -- one on the couch and the other on the floor -- each assuming the other was watching Zuzu. Thankfully it's taken two and a half years for us to make this mistake. Little Z was apparently delighted with the uninterrupted playtime, evidenced by the fact that when we woke up her toys were everywhere and she was in her own little world, flitting around from room to room and whispering to herself and her dolly. She had taken advantage of the opportunity to undress herself (thank goodness she kept her diaper on), leaving a trail of clothes in various rooms. She also went rummaging and pulled her winter boots out of the hall closet. Ty woke up in time to see her put her boots on by herself, which involved the following steps:

1. Place boots on floor.
2. Lean forward until head and hands touch ground.

3. With head on floor and rear in the air, step into boots, with the left boot on the right foot and the right boot on the left foot.

4. Stand up and walk until feet are firmly in the boots.

Later that day she had her first peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She loved it so much she ate all of my sandwich too. Of course, she ate it at the kitchen counter with her little legs dangling, wearing nothing but her diaper and her winter boots.

recent zuzu musings

Last week at Von Maur, with Zuzu in my arms while I try on shoes:

"Mommy, LOOK!" (Zuzu wildly points over yonder). "Those men are NAKED!" (I look over, relieved, to see the headless/limbless underwear manikins in the men's department). "And Mommy!" (Zuzu is shouting now) "I can see their NIPPLES!" (I put the shoes back on the rack. We leave the store).

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Two weeks ago at Lowes:

Zuzu dramatically announces she has a dirty diaper. She awkwardly leans over a lawn chair in the summer clearance section and yells "popo!" Ty runs out to the car to get her diaper bag. While we wait, Zuzu repeatedly tells me what's in her diaper. People in the store stop making eye contact. Either they think I'm not going to change my kid's poopy diaper, or the smell starts to make their eyes sting. Ty returns with the diaper bag and takes her to the men's room. In the midst of changing what is reportedly a humdinger, Zuzu looks at Ty very sweetly, smiles, and says, "it was just a little toot."

why we say our prayers

Last night while standing in the kitchen:
Ty: Zuzu went down to sleep really well.
Jenn: That's great. Did you say her prayers?
Ty: Yes.
Jenn: Did you remember "God bless our house and keep it safe and keep us safe in it?" I say that with her every night.
Ty: "No, I didn't pray that."
Jenn: "Uh oh."


Just after midnight.
Thunder! Rain! Boom! Boom! Jenn and Ty both jump up and run to the patio doors. They watch the rain outside. BOOM! CRACK! Biggest crash ever. White light outside and through the skylights. Darkness. Jenn and Ty each say they think the house was struck by lightning. Zuzu starts crying and her alarm clock, oddly, starts ringing. Jenn and Ty grab flashlights. Check the breaker box -- almost all the switches are flipped.

12:45 am:
Fire department arrives. Thankfully without a siren but with a very bright spotlight on the house. Inspection, infrared camera, confirmation that we were struck. Fire department leaves at 1:00 am.

2:00 am:
Jenn, Ty, and Zuzu go to bed together.

4:00 am:
Zuzu starts crying and wants Horsey and Giraffe. Jenn brings them into bed.

6:00 am:
Zuzu starts crying. Ty puts Zuzu in her crib. Delirious with sleepiness, she repeats the word "dinner."

7:15 am:
Ringing. Where is it coming from? Jenn goes into Zuzu's room and discovers it is her alarm clock again. Zuzu wakes and says it has "loud bings and bongs."

8:00 am:
Ty and Jenn start writing down all the things that don't work. This light switch, that appliance... An electrician's call is in order. Jenn groans when the garage door is added to the list.

9:00 am:
Call to contractor to uncover second sump pump line (just in case). Call to siding guys to put our gutters back up (just in case), which they took down the day earlier. Call to insurance company to make a claim.

Later today:
We will buy some lottery tickets.

curlylocks

These pigtails make my heart melt.

little people

I found these two loitering on the floor in the corner of the kitchen. Guy and Girl were in a time out. They must've been up to no good. Rumor has it that a naked toddler escaped from bathtime wearing a bunny towel on her head and released them later this evening.