In an effort not to miss out on the little things in life, once a month I document a day in pictures. I usually try to do it on either the first or last day of the month. But with summer ending and school starting, somehow the day got away from me this time around.
The day started bright and early. The kids were all wishing for waffles, but we were out of eggs and milk.
James offered to head to the corner store and pick them up while I drank my coffee.
Every single time he goes I spend the whole time worrying. I know it’s silly. At his age I would spend entire afternoons at the pool or playground by myself, yet he goes to the store 500 feet from our house and I spend the entire 5 minutes stressed. Someone is going to have to hold me when that boy goes off to college.
Waffles – one of the few things I can routinely make that is edible and doesn’t require a box mix.
After breakfast Rob headed off to work, James entertained Violet by pushing her around in her baby doll’s stroller, and I decided to get a little closet cleaning done.
My main goal was to switch out the summer and fall clothes. But naturally the kid’s main goal was to try on every single article of clothing and insist that it worked perfectly fine as both a summer and an autumn outfit. After 11 fashion shows, I couldn’t take any more closet cleaning, so we headed off to the Bronx Zoo.
As we entered it seemed Violet mostly just wanted to be held, which was odd because with the way she loves animals, I thought she would be running up to the tigers.
As we examined a poacher’s truck in Africa, Violet refused to even let us set her on the ground. James announced it must be because Violet hated poachers. Violet took that opportunity to throw up all over the back of the poacher’s truck. “Yep! See! She really hates poachers!” He announced as if Violet was vomiting in confirmation of his comment.
Now at this point I wasn’t positive if it was a deep seated hate of poachers, or a cyclic vomiting episode, but I figured it was the later. I debated going home, but we had been there less than 10 minutes, it had been a bit of a trek to get there, and aside from being clingy, Violet wasn’t acting terribly unhappy.
The kids and I agreed we would stay. Unfortunately I barely got any pictures as it turns out it’s very hard to hold a small child, push the stroller said child refuses to ride in, and take a photo at the same time.
James kindly took this photo for me on the monorail – aka his favorite thing at the zoo. Do you recognize the look in her eyes? Yep, impending doom. She got us both on the shirt a few minutes later (in case you are wondering – the head bruise was the result of jumping off the bed a few days prior)…
Thankfully we had a change of clothes for her, and some wet paper towels were able to make me look somewhat presentable. I had a very “this is your life” feeling as I wandered around the zoo covered in vomit while every other mother around me looked completely put together.
When we got home Rob did the bedtime routine, which was very much appreciated, while I stuffed all the clothes we never finished sorting in to Violet’s unused crib to deal with at a later date.