zoe's world

i just took a head count and zoe has over 50 stuffed toys in her room alone.
25 of them are on her bed.
there are another 30-odd in the playroom downstairs.
to her credit, she loves them each and all, wholly. she keeps a rotation list in her head as to who gets the coveted position of sleeping in her arms every night. and it's always a different one from whoever got picked to go in the car with her during the day. i have never seen her play favorites.

(which of course brings me to Humpty-Guy. a sad, cute little humpty-dumpty doll that was the object of ozzie's obsession from age 18-24 months. then he was disgarded upon the discovery of Woody. from Toy Story. it doesn't sound good when you have a 2 year old boy playing with his woody in the playground. "woody! wooooodddyyyyy! where's my woody?!? oh! there you are! WOOOOOODDDDDYYYYY!!!"

anyway, i can't even look Humpty-Guy in the eyes, but i do keep him away from the toybox, so as not to have him fall to the bowels and never to be seen again. i keep him prominent in the "bins", but just an arm or leg sticking out so as not to seem too desperate PLAY WITH MEEEEE but also so he is not forgotten. and i have seen Toy Story 500 times too many.)

zoe sees noah (the cat) cleaning himself...

zoe: mommy, what's dat pointy fing?
me: that's his peenie.
zoe: but why is it sticking out?
me: i don't know.
zoe: but why is he licking it?
me: he's just cleaning himself. that's how cats take baths.
zoe: but where's eli's peenie?
me: i don't know. it's not sticking out, is it?
zoe: no... maybe it's under all his fur.
me: yes, maybe. finish your hotdog.

zoe waits for Nana to come out of the bathroom...

"good job, nana! you did it!"

ozzie gets a new book...

ozzie: it's called Walter the Farting Dog.
mom: you know who else's name is Walter? Papa!
ozzie: well then it would be called Walter the Farting Human.