Sorry for the quietude this month, but I've been pretty busy. I went to Houston for almost a whole week to let the grandparents see Z for her bday, and also to go to my SIL's beach house for a day so Zoey could play with her cousin Myles. They had a blast, and for a brief moment, the weather even cooperated. The sun peaked out and the water, while coolish, was still full of those "scary waves," that chased the kids back and forth on the beach. It's a lot of fun watching those two play together. In their own, preschooler way, they seem to know they are family. Course, it helps that we tell them they're cousins, and that cousins are family. It's nothing too deep.
We also spent a day at the Houston Zoo, our old stomping grounds. I miss that Zoo. I especially miss walking in free through the member's gate and not paying $8 to get myself inside. Oh well. Z had a blast, and really seemed to get more out of seeing the animals at the wise age of 4. I think maybe she'd just gotten a little jaded from going to the zoo so much when we lived there. Still, when she got hungry, she got distracted from the zoo and started pretending she was looking for Dora. And when we tried to get her to go look at the spectacled bears, she balked, whined, and walked away from us, yelling the precocious phrase, "Leave me alone! I'm not happy!"
I swear, a 4-year-old girl is like a window into the future world of a middle-schooler. I hear it gets better. Supposedly.
Anyway, we (me and my sis) decided she was hungry and bought some of the deep fried food at the snack bar, after which she did feel a bit better. Well, after the food and the cup of Dippin' Dots ice cream, which I had to promise her as a bribe to get her to eat some of her lunch. Sigh. I did such a good job of keeping her away from sugar for the first three years of her life, but now she knows what it is, and that it's tasty, and that she wants it.
So, anyway, we came back from Houston, then T and I decided to buy a house. So that's what I'm doing now, with much hand-wringing and agonizing over such a huge decision, and much glazed-over eyeness at looking at pictures of houses (which always seem to look better than the actual house). Yesterday I went to look at 7 houses, and only the last one was decent. Oh, and everything is so freaking expensive here, even far out in the burbs (where, yes, we are going to have to live: far out, tho not far, far out. Well, maybe far, far out, but not far, far, far out.) It's exciting and scary and depressing all at the same time. I will, of course, keep you updated.
We also spent a day at the Houston Zoo, our old stomping grounds. I miss that Zoo. I especially miss walking in free through the member's gate and not paying $8 to get myself inside. Oh well. Z had a blast, and really seemed to get more out of seeing the animals at the wise age of 4. I think maybe she'd just gotten a little jaded from going to the zoo so much when we lived there. Still, when she got hungry, she got distracted from the zoo and started pretending she was looking for Dora. And when we tried to get her to go look at the spectacled bears, she balked, whined, and walked away from us, yelling the precocious phrase, "Leave me alone! I'm not happy!"
I swear, a 4-year-old girl is like a window into the future world of a middle-schooler. I hear it gets better. Supposedly.
Anyway, we (me and my sis) decided she was hungry and bought some of the deep fried food at the snack bar, after which she did feel a bit better. Well, after the food and the cup of Dippin' Dots ice cream, which I had to promise her as a bribe to get her to eat some of her lunch. Sigh. I did such a good job of keeping her away from sugar for the first three years of her life, but now she knows what it is, and that it's tasty, and that she wants it.
So, anyway, we came back from Houston, then T and I decided to buy a house. So that's what I'm doing now, with much hand-wringing and agonizing over such a huge decision, and much glazed-over eyeness at looking at pictures of houses (which always seem to look better than the actual house). Yesterday I went to look at 7 houses, and only the last one was decent. Oh, and everything is so freaking expensive here, even far out in the burbs (where, yes, we are going to have to live: far out, tho not far, far out. Well, maybe far, far out, but not far, far, far out.) It's exciting and scary and depressing all at the same time. I will, of course, keep you updated.
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