A Day at the Zoo

We went to the Gladys Porter Zoo on Tuesday. It was such a beautiful day that Will called at about 9 from work and asked if we wanted to go. It was so nice. Tuesday afternoon is a good day to go. It wasn't at all hectic. We got front row views and most of the time we had the animal views all to ourselves. It wasn't so overwhelming having to chase a 2 year old in crowds of none.

This chimpanzee kept kissing it's baby...I guess you can call it "Monkey love"...

Then Cole kissed the goat: goat love???? This was after there were signs clearly stating that these animals may contain diseases....sterilization took place immediately afterwards. Whew!

Cole being a monkey....

still monkey-ing around....

some more....


I wasn't walking fast enough I guess.


He loved the "lion".
Sticking his fingers in the fences. Warning him that the animals would jump over the moat and eat his little hand did not frighten him.


Thank goodness for tall daddies. Cole got a bird's eye view of the animals. I wonder why he doesn't like being on my shoulders?

Peace and quiet,... finally!

Every mother hopes and prays for some peace and quiet every now and then. We hope it in the form of naps, or movies, or busy playtime. What we don't expect or anticipate is the quiet that stems from your toddler being up to no good.

Who needs vacations and roller coasters when you get some of this non stop action every single day!? Seriously, they are sooo overrated!

Who's been eating my apples?

Cole has found he likes apples very much but only a bite at a time. It's not unusual to find this as I'm walking past the breakfast table. Makes it almost worth the waste.

Now this is one hip grandma!

I got a strange email yesterday morning. Mimi had added me as a friend on facebook. That can't be, I just joined facebook a month ago and I'd like to think I'm pretty quick on the techie side. Apparently, so is Mimi. I was pleasantly surpsied to see on her facebook.

"Make a Mess"

These have been the words I've been hearing quite a bit lately. I was working at the computer and Cole was playing with his cars and he runs in and exclaims, "Mommy, make a mess!" What? I ask him what he means and he says "show Mommy" as he takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. There were toys in the toilet. What do you do?

Just now I asked Cole if he'd finished up all of his applesauce. He's laying on the floor playing with his cars and he nonchalantly replies, "Cole make a mess." Here we go again. "Where" I ask. "Cole show Mommy" he says as he takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom. There was applesauce all over my bedroom floor, not much, just a spoonful. Then he says, "I finished it." I'm torn between getting upset or just cleaning it up. He's being honest after all?

on leaving the church

I enjoy reading other people's blogs when I get the opportunity. It's times like now, when Cole is all snuggled up in bed for a nap that I can get online and lose myself in other people's lives. Sometimes though I think I really do lose myself in their writing. I wish I could be that witty, that funny, that fascinating, that mysterious, that blessed, that close to God.

We are our own best critic, or worst critic. I have learned one thing about reading blogs and that's that I definitely do not have the relationship with Him that I'd like. So because of that, I have been "church shopping". I realize how ridiculous that sounds but it is what it is.

I was raised Catholic and Will and I married in the Catholic church. Cole was baptized in the Catholic church as well. Will was not raised Catholic, he was Christian but he has been patient and accepting of his new religion. He has probably been more patient and accepting than I have. My mom is a devout Catholic and to her complete dismay, I have considered leaving the Catholic church. She doesn't understand it. My thing is though that I know nothing about our God or our Bible and in order to be closer to Him I have to know Him. I thought that maybe I just hadn't found the church that I feel I belong to but through my shopping. I still don't know. But I have found some churches that I really really liked.

What is it about those curches? Well, for starters, there are classes for little ones as little as Cole. They had nurseries where I can leave Cole and actually listen to the word of God. We read straight from the Bible. I was so amazed in one church that everyone that wanted had an opportunity to have a prayer request and there was a closing prayer at the end. It was less formal and traditional than I am accustomed to with Catholic services. They also have Women's bible study and retreats that Will and I can be a part of together as a couple, or alone, as individuals. My mother insists that this is the case at some Catholic churches but I have yet to find one like that. For now though my mother can be at peace knowing that I haven't left the religion but I'm still still on the hunt for the church that will teach me about this wonderful and powerful man.

I did it

On Monday I registered Cole for pre-school. He will be starting this summer and he will be going Monday - Thursday from 9:30-1:30. I am not excited about him going 4 days a week but there was no other options for summer. Then in the Fall he will be continuing there at FUMC (First United Methodist Church) MWF only.

My feelings about Cole starting school teeter. Somedays I am excited because he needs to socialize and interact, then somedays I'm convinced he'll be kicked out for being so rough.

Anyway, on his regsitration forms it asked if we were in the process of potty training Cole. Not really but I went ahead and checked yes because a lot can happen in 21/2 months.

Since Friday Cole has occassionally asked to sit on the potty. So Monday evening, Cole tells me he wants to sit on the potty so I take him and call Will in to see him get toilet paper and wipe his booty. So we tell him to try to go potty and he pushes and a little fart comes out. We're all excited. Then a few seconds later, he pees in the potty! It was totally coincidental but nonetheless still exhilirating to see. He was so proud too, he was all smiling and he kept exclaiming, "I did it!"