The Teeth
After months of drooling that would make a Saint Bernard jealous, weeks of general crankiness, and a weekend of pure hell, two of Zed's teeth finally poked through his gums. Hamburgers for everyone!Zed made me write about this. He was complaining the other day that he doesn't get enough ink on this site.
The Teat
Last night, Ella and I went into Zoey's room to check on her before going to bed. Zoey was wearing a nightgown, but she had pulled her arms through the sleeves, so it looked like she was wearing a strapless dress. Underneath her dress was her baby doll. It looked like she had fallen asleep breastfeeding her baby.Ella made me write about this. She laughed hysterically for about five minutes straight after finding Zoey in that position. Of course, it was nearly midnight, so she was punchy, and nearly anything would've made her laugh hysterically.
The Games We Create To Prevent Tantrums
Ella and I are extremely absent-minded, especially when it comes to paying bills on time. When the lights go out in normal people's homes, they ask, "What happened?" We ask, "Did you pay the bill?"This morning while Zoey and I were eating breakfast, I remembered that her preschool tuition was due today. They don't send a bill. You're supposed to remember that it's due by the 15th each month. Yeah, right. Unfortunately, she did not have school today. I knew that if we went to her school and immediately left, I would be faced with a meltdown of epic proportions.
It was time to get creative.
I told her we were going to pretend to be secret agents (thank you, Backyardigans!). Our mission? To take an envelope to the preschool director's office without being seen by anyone! We made a map and hatched a plan of attack (I did stop short of dressing us in black from head to toe).
Cue the theme from Mission: Impossible:
When we got to the preschool, we ran up the sidewalk (Zed was in his stroller, probably wondering what was going on. Daddy can run?). We got to the door and peered inside. Zoey looked around and said, "Come on." She began tiptoeing, which is really something to see (it's extremely exaggerated; she just about brings her knees to her chin). When we got to the hallway, she peeked around the corner, turned around, and motioned for me to follow her. It was hard to tell who was having more fun: Zoey, pretending to be a secret agent, or me, watching Zoey pretending to be a secret agent.
We placed the envelope on the director's desk. Mission accomplished! As we turned to leave, one of Zoey's teachers came down the hall.
BUSTED!
Zoey screamed, "Oh no! It's Miss Jones!" and took off running. I wanted to tell Miss Jones what was going on, but I had an AWOL agent on my hands. I'll let her know tomorrow when I drop Zoey off at school.
Zoey made me write about this. She had so much fun she wanted to share it with you.
GHS: 2 (due to the weekend of pure hell)
