Zoe was good in church. I was finally able to concentrate on what was going on. She acted up a little and stuck her hand in my blouse to look at my pink bra strap, but other than that was a little angel.
oh, oops, she did lay on her back and stick her ass up in the air. Wearing a dress with no bloomers, she showed our entire section her little orange gap undies.
Since she was good though, I promised to take her to the toy store. I got her a barbie. A generic one, but she has sunglasses and long blonde hair.
Zoe also saw this really cool Barbie corvette. It's pink and remote controlled. Since I never had anything this sweet, I bought it for her with my babysitting money. Who needs Prada shoes when you can buy a pink corvette.
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Homework at 3 years old? Yep. Every Friday. She had a few papers to fill out.
My name is: Zoe Katherine Teressa
My address is:
My phone number is:
The number of people in my family is:
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I had a hard time trying to figure out what to say for that one. It's really just me and Zoe, but she considers all of her cousins to be her brothers and sisters. I have 6 siblings, they all have nine kids among them (and some half siblings there).
My daughter also has 4 half siblings from her dad. She's never met any of these.
So my family is really her extended family.
It got so confusing that I left it at 2. Me and Z. Z and me.
I can't wait to see her tonight. I might take her to the Beyonce movie since she is so obsessed with it and she loved Cuba Gooding Jr. in snow dogs. She might dig it.
Back to the homework...
When I want to grow up I want to be:
Mommy: Zoe, what do you want to be when you grow up? (last time she said a Queen AND a Princess)
Zoe: A kickmaster
Mommy: What?
Zoe: A kickmaster. Like Jackie Chan. Then she starts to do some karate moves with her little hands. It's totally adorable.
Mommy: You mean a kickboxer?
Zoe: Yeah, like Jackie. She starts kicking and doing her little karate moves.
I think I'm going to buy her a karate outfit for Halloween.
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I started my kickboxing again in the mornings. I have been beyond late to work, but I hope they understand that if I don't get my diabetes in check, uh, I'll be dead.
Deb_u: Sorry, chief, I can't come in today. I'm calling in dead.
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Some internet dating lately, but no horror stories. I've talked to Dr. E a few times, but usually he's been busy. He turned 40 this week, and I sent him a card and a CD of the Buenavista Social Club.
I called on his birthday.
Deb_u: Hi honey. Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. You did remember it's your birthday; I mean I know you're getting old and all and alzheimers is kicking in.
He was laughing. He said he did forget it was his birthday. He was very surprised that I remembered and touched that I phoned him. He called me honey. I miss him, and I can tell he misses me too. Oh well. Too bad he doesn't miss me enough to phone me.
I'M SOOOO LOOKING FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND!!!
They are magically delicious!