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Two Little Dickie Birds
Coloring on the Window
Over the holidays, Zoe spent a lot of time with her cousins. Since she’s an only child and the only girl in the group, it’s pretty interesting to watch how differently she reacts to situations. In general, she’s delighted to see the boys’ high energy and rough-housing, and she likes to join in. Unfortunately, she hasn’t had to get as tough as Milo or Theo, and inevitably, it ends in tears. But once she gets calmed down, she never hesitates to dive back into the fray.
This particular photo was taken on a day when just Milo and Zoe were hanging out. It’s interesting how the dynamic shifts when it’s just the two of them. They’re the same age, and they tend to play at about the same speed. They had these crayons designed for kids to color on the windows, and they were happily scribbling away for about 20 minutes together.
The Post That Will Mortify Zoe When She Grows Up
These are the details that she’ll kill me for sharing when she grows up, but I don’t want to forget them, so apologies to future Zoe (and future me!)
Zoe is totally potty-trained now, and it was suspiciously easy. To the point where I’m half convinced that we’ll wake up one morning to discover it was all a dream, or a cruel trick someone played on us. Basically, we just made sure the potty was available, and chatted it up, but didn’t pressure her. Before we knew it, she was all about going potty BY HERSELF. Toddlers love any taste of independence, and once she figured out that she could sit on the potty instead of being put on a table and changed, she was all over it.
Of course, with that came the fascination with everything potty-related. She loves Everybody Poops, of course, but more than that, she wants to be involved when we go potty. It makes sense, right? We’re there when she goes potty, why wouldn’t she be there when we do?
So with that comes many discussions about gender, body parts, and bodily functions. And, like most toddlers, the way she absorbs new information is to talk about it — endlessly. Which means that things sometimes pop up in unrelated conversations. Which is why the other day, I was informed that I was a “pretty nice guy” and that I had made a “fancy poop.”
Lucky for Zoe, her cousin Milo is almost the same age as her. During a recent visit, they were both going potty (Potty Party!) and talking with each other about it, and I heard the following exchange from the next room:
Milo: Zoe, Do you have a penis?
Zoe: No, I have a NOT-Penis! I have ‘GINA!
Milo's Game
Milo and his parents are visiting us this week, so I thought I’d post this video of a game Milo was playing with Dave at the park a few weeks ago. Milo would pick up a handful of bark chips, and then chase Dave around trying to throw them on his shoes. When he threw them, he would walk back to the play structure, get another handful, and start over.