On Monday I went to Buttonwood Park Zoo, yes the same one I mentioned a while back. This time I went to see the Toe Jam Puppet Band. Never heard of the Toe Jam Puppet Band? Hum, neither had I. I headed out there sans shower, with hairy legs and flip flops. No blanket or chair not even a sippy cup. I don’t know what I was thinking or more accuratly I wasn’t thinking.
Once I had paid the zoo entrance AND TJPB fee we found a spot and sat down. RIGHT BEHIND A KID WITH AN ELECTIC CAR. Do you see the problem there? No? No problem sitting a only child in front of a fantastically awesome electric car that doesn’t belong to her? Ya, so for the first 15 minutes I wanted to find a sharp object and stab myself in the eye with it. The owner of the fantastically awesome electric car wasn’t much for sharing and my child is not afraid to let me know when she is unhappy. I finally moved to the front, squished in the corner by the t-shirt table in a vain attempt to get away from the fantastically awesome electric car and it’s no sharing owner. I prayed and prayed for the stupid band to start playing because I knew once it did she’d forget about the stupid car and start shaking her bum bum.
she did.not. disappoint. This is the part of the post where I tell you I started to sob. Yep, I did. To see my baby standing up in the front shaking her bum bum, glancing around to see what other children were doing and then doing it too.
Realizing that my Squidgyboo isn’t soo squidgy any more. Well it was just too much for me and I started to cry. Like really cry, sobbing- wracking sobs. I didn’t have anything to wipe my tears except for her hat- the one she had thrown at me in anger when I refused to let her go to the fantastically awesome electric car. I tried hiding behind my camera and took loads of pictures but still my nose was running and I couldn’t see. I wonder if anyone noticed the crazy woman in the corner squished up against the t-shirt table sobbing into her daughters hat. I hope not.
Today is my aunt Liliana’s birthday- she had a little get together yesterday for me and my cousin Diane brought a birthday cake. I need to mention that my cousin Diane is ALWAYS good like that. She doesn’t forget birthdays, knows everyone in my large large extented family and is destined to take over as family matriarch. (Me, I’m the exact opposite.) This is what we do to people in my family that have birthdays.
Happy Birthday Teee!