Zoe in the classroom

THis is Zoe's spring break.. and she is always begging to go to work with me, so I took her on Wednesday, which included my Computational Aesthetics seminar... unfortunately I always sit on the front row and that is where I put Zoe.. and she was not comfortable at all.. very nervous (it is a small class of 20 or so)... she asked to leave right away, and every 15 minutes after that... I finally put her on the floor with my jacket.. she had her iPad.. crayons and paper.. but mostly just ate her snack... much to say, I probably won't do that again anytime soon...

We also went to the faculty club for a nice lunch.. but Zoe wouldn't eat anything but sunflower seeds and dried banana chips.. (they had a delicious pasta buffet which I loved!).

no whining...

At some point, Zoe was fake crying, so I looked at her and gave her my best "Waahhaaa"... she looked at me and said: "Mom, don't whine... what do whiners get...?"

(yes, that is what I always say to her)

kitty zone

We have a fantastic cat.. Leo.. who is near and dear to our family in that he is now very adept at playing fetch.. and will do nearly anything to get someone to play with him. Yesterday Zoe made a corner of our front room as his own space. it came with a place to laydown, a place to play, food, water... his own puppy best friend (stuffy size of Zoe)... and it came with a protective helmut from Mr. Potato Head Buzz Light year costume.. which strangely enough fit him perfectly.. he however was not keen on it... at some point Bruce overheard Zoe telling Leo, "See, puppy loves the helmut... it is so comfy.. you should wear it too....!"

today's gems:

"My little green butt brain..." [on her green hippity hop]

"Ooooh.. smells like donkey" [ on molasses]

artist like me

Bruce had a friend come over to borrow some dolls for a photo shoot project she was working on and Bruce was giving Zoe details on the friend.. Zoe asked: Is she my age? (no).. is she pretty (yes)... then Bruce told her she was an artist, to which Zoe said, "An artist like me?"

Wow! 501 posts

I am having an internal celebration as this marks the 501rst post on Zoe's blog... I am so jealous.. I wish I could read about being young... I wonder what Zoe will think....

Z: I need a big brother... I think you heard about that.

(she told her dad all about it one morning, and heard him retelling the story to me ... Aparently the conversation started with her telling him she wanted to be married... He asked her wasn't she too young to be married... She said a big brother would be okay...)

M: yeah...

Z: is there a big brother store?

M: no... What about your brother...

Z: no, he needs to be my age, as tall as me...

M: what is your favorite fruit?

Z: the kind you eat

Zoe and scary stories

Zoe spent about 15 minutes telling me a long, scary story.. which she told me was "scary, suspicsious, and scary"... but it started with a girl who's dad dies out west, and was remembered with poppies (a reference to a Canadian holiday, Day of Rememberence, remembering those who died in the war).. and then about this girl hearing a knock at the door, goes to answer it.. it is her mom and sister , but then they pull off their masks and it was her dad.. who was a mummy... scary... Then there is another knock at the door (keep repeating.. different people.. same mummy...) ... then there was a vampire.... and the story was so long I can't remember how it ended (Finn was talking over Zoe).