Zoë Calamity: The last word in little girls.

Zoe is busy pushing a metal garbage can around the apartment, using it as a stability ensuring device. She hasn’t yet fallen on her head. The garbage can contains a toy truck and 2 crackers, that I probably won’t let her eat, but that if she did, would most likely be fine because I SCRUBBED that garbage can while she was taking a nap, and I don’t think metal holds germs when drowned in burning hot water and soap, but who knows?

She also has a new tooth (upper left) which finally poked through, and ended the stream of whiny-ness that went on for days and days.

And now she’s trying to reach her daddy’s mouse, and who knows what havok she’s got planned for his computer, so I better go.

While Zoe isn’t quite talking yet, she’s sure making her wishes known. Yesterday while we were at the swimming pool, she pushed herself to standing on my stomach, and put her hands up in the air. After trying everything else, I did the only thing that was left- throw her in the air and let her land in the water. And she LOVED it. Apparently it was exactly what she’d wanted. She had me do it over and over again, and she closed her eyes and held her breath each time. While we’re swimming she’ll just thrust off in the direction she wants to go, and I have to go along or I’ll lose my grip and let go. Sometime soon I’m going to try it and see what she does.

Also yesterday- and today- she started pointing at her umbrella stroller and whining. So I set it up and put her in it. Yesterday she sat in it for 45 minutes drinking from her sippy cup, and then started whining again, so I took her out. But she didn’t want to be out, she wanted to be in, with me pushing. So we went for a walk, and she was in heaven. Today when she started trying to climb in the stroller I just put her in it and we went for a walk right away. Someone’s learning something here, but I’m not sure who it is or what’s being learned.

She’ll also find her bottle or sippy cup (or today a regular cup) and hold it up if she wants a drink, and she’ll just go rummage in the cupboard for crackers if she wants some. Not too subtle, this one.