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Me and Kyra while Kyra learns to ride her bike with no training wheels.
At this point she has the riding down: She’s working on the stopping. She know’s how to brake, but most times she slows down and then spins on her seat and jumps off of her bike. It works but it’s not optimal.
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Zoe woke up super grumpy on saturday morning. She wouldn’t say anything, just grunt. So I started asking her if she forgot to talk, then if she was really zoe. Finally it came out that she had switched places with an alien and was just learning to talk like a person. Kyra got into it and next thing I know I’m explaining to my two alien visitors what all the stuff around us was (A car is like a spaceship that can’t fly). The spent a lot of time enumerating exactly what things would be covered with slime if they touched them (everything). They get into that kind of thing.
The girls have caught on to foursquare, and now when we go somewhere Kyra reminds me to check in and asks if I’m the mayor. At Chipotle she decided she wanted to be the mayor too. I need to figure out a way for her to play too.
Sunday night I made banana curry for dinner (good: Needs work) and Zoe wanted to help, but after we talked about what happens when you touch onions (can’t touch your face) she got less interested. Instead she helped me by scratching my nose when I needed it. She’s super cute: Every 30 seconds she reminded me and she stood there and watched me the whole time. Then when I needed a scratch (witch normally is never, but this time was about every minute) she scratched me ever so lightly.
The Lord of Isabel Soup is sometimes a monster, sometimes a large souplike morass other monsters are caught in, and sometimes a state of being: Like depression if depression made you evil.
I don’t know where the name came from.
The concept is pure Zoe. The randomness, the expansive world building, the shifting narrative, all trademark Zoe. She builds worlds up to amuse Kyra who consumes them with abandon.
Today she told me that the Lord of Isabel Soup is meaner than Darth Vader. A testament to how seriously they take this.
Zoe’s hot tub birthday party.
From the Schulz Family to you.
But not Darth Vader.
We have a sign in big letters written in chalk on our driveway that says: No Darth Vaders Inside! To make sure it’s clear our position on Mr. Vader and if he can come inside or not.
She was wiggling it as she got out of the car at Einstiens on sunday morning and it popped out. She left it for the tooth fairy last night. About 20 minutes after she went to bed she came downstairs in a panic, because she had decided she wanted to keep the tooth. She wanted to leave a note for the tooth fairy telling her so she (the tooth fairy wouldn’t take it).
The best part was while she was explaining this she realized that the tooth fairy might be getting her tooth right now so I told her to go upstairs and watch her tooth and I’d bring the note to her.
The tooth fairy ended up giving her $5 even though she didn’t get to take the tooth.
Here were the highlights…
-Making a gigantic pile of play dough.
-Undressing all of the baby dolls, but still feeling slightly irritated that some of the babies’ clothes are sewn on.
-Pouring her own milk (and mine.)
-eating her first nutrigrain bar (she said, “Mommy, this is so delicious about 20 times)
-Seeing Teacher Megan
Zoe started school today (parent toddler class, or as she calls it: Monster toddler class, since she’s a monster).
Girls are growing up fast.
Kyra getting ready to leave for her first day of kindergarten.
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