A Convertible Cozy Coupe!

It isn't cool when Big People think Little Kids can't see through their excuses.

Hiya, Friends!  Well, the other day when I visited Trader Horn with Aunt Colleen, Gramma, and Mommy, I fell in love with the cutest little convertible in the toy section.  It was like a Cozy Coupe, but it was a little convertible.

What little kid doesn't want a cute little convertible?  Certainly not this little kid.  In fact, I really, really, really want one of those little convertibles!

So you know what Mommy and Aunt Colleen said to me?  They said I needed to talk to Daddy because first of all, they couldn't reach me down one of those cute little convertibles from the top shelf, and second of all, I'd need Daddy to co-sign the car loan with me.

Friends, there was a box with that very same cute little convertible sitting on the floor, right in front of my face.  Mommy and Aunt Colleen couldn't see it, they claimed.

And second of all, needing Daddy to co-sign the Cozy Couple Convertible loan for me?  Really?  I don't even think that's a thing.  This is Lerbert the Lobster, all over again, and I'll tell ya what.  If I didn't want that cute little car so much, I'd be mad, mad, mad over this, but instead, I think I'm gonna wanna hafta just bide my time.  I'm gonna just be patient and wait, and maybe I'll get one of those cute little convertibles yet.

Patience has its perks, Friends.

I'll see ya tomorrow, Friends!  I love ya lots!  Muah!

Double-Lucky Friday the Thirteenth!

Dream big and make your own luck today, Friends!

Well how about this, Friends!  It's Friday the Thirteenth all over again!  A double-lucky day, if you ask me!  If you don't believe me, you just decide that it's your double-lucky day, and make it so!

On days like today, Fridays the Thirteenth, I decide it's gonna be my lucky day, and it just happens that it's so.  I promise.  There's plenty of luck to go around for all of us, and all we've gotta do is reach out and grab the luck.  Even if you think you're havin' a bad day, think of all the things that are goin' right for ya.  Write 'em down and count 'em up if ya need to, Friends!  And then you'll realize how lucky you really are.  And luck is like a magnet.  It just attracts more luck!  It's true, Friends!

So on this Friday the Thirteenth, Friends, decide that it's your double-lucky day.  That's what I'm gonna do! I love ya lots, Friends!  I'll be seein' ya tomorrow!  Muah!

My First Teeth Cleaning!

I couldn't believe how easy getting my teeth cleaned could be!

Hiya, Friends!  Well, on Tuesday, I experienced my first dental appointment.  I was at Daddy's office and the hygienist had a spot in her schedule that needed filling, and everybody decided that spot was just me-sized, so I said "Sure!" to a cleaning!  How about that?!

Now, I've heard that sometimes going to the dentist is stressful for you Big People.  I understand that it can get a body all whipped up.  I understand.  The dentist's office can be a scary place with all the lights and the drills and the squirty waters and such.

There's no need to be scared of a cleaning, though, Friends.  It's really easy, in fact.  You just sit in the chair, close your eyes, think of a happy place, and next thing you know, your teeth are nice and shiny clean and you're all done!

I understand that sometimes the dentist finds cavities in your mouth.  This is nothing to feel bad about, Friends.  The dentist is there to help you.  The dentist wants to catch your cavities when they're little and easy to fix, and before they get big and difficult to fix or before you get an abscess.  I have heard that abscesses are really painful, so you wanna do what you can to avoid getting one.  And one of those things you can do is visit your dentist.

I was a little nervous at first, Friends, getting my first teeth-cleaning.  Even me!  Even with my daddy being a dentist and all.  But I just closed my eyes and went to a happy place in my head, and it was all over soon.  No drama at all.

If I can do it, Friends, so can you. I'm in your corner!  I'm cheerin' you on, Friends!  I love ya lots, and I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

One of Those Days

Ever had one of those days where you're just like, 'errrrrrrrrrrrt?!

Hiya, Friends!  Happy Wednesday to you!  Boy, am I ever havin' a day.  Everything I think comes out all backwards, and everything I touch falls right over.  Have you ever had a day like that, Friends?

I wouldn't be surprised at all to be having this kind of day on a Monday.  I get a little clumsy on Mondays.  A little loopy.  But on a Wednesday?!  Is this normal?

I'm gonna go see if I can go get my chakras realigned, Friends.  So I'll see ya tomorrow!  I love ya lots!  Muah!

Me and Seymour the Swingset!

Hiya, Friends!  Don't mind the leafless trees in today's picture.   It's a picture from a while back.  I just wanted to check in with ya and letchya know that I still just love my swingset, which I named "Seymour."  This is my favorite picture of me and my pal Seymour the Swingset.

Seymour the Swingset is still one of my favorite things!

Recently, Mommy installed my red little kid swing on Seymour the Swingset, in place of the trapeze unit, which I have not come to love and adore the way I love the other things to do on the swingset.

By my reckoning, Seymour the Swingset is pertineer perfect now, for who I am right at this moment.  Maybe I don't look as cool swinging as the Big Kids do, in their normal swings, but I sure as heck have a much better time, all strapped in and secure, with a tray, no less.

I feel more free to enjoy the swinging when I'm safe.  I slipped my hiney-butt off the regular swings, and they hit me in the back of the head, and I don't have that trouble with the red little-kid swing.

It's easier to be yourself and have fun when you feel safe to be yourself, don't you think, Friends?  I sure think so!

Hey, go have fun bein' yourself on this Terrific Tuesday, mmmmkay, Friends?  I love ya lots, and I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

I'm Thirty-Three Months Old!

Hiya, Friends!  Well, it's Monday all over again, isn't it?  How are you doing?

I'm doing all right.  I just realized today that I've turned thirty-three months old.  It seems crazy.  I've been thinking a lot lately about how time marches on, whether we wanna let it or not.  I've been thinking a lot lately about how I'm gonna turn three years old in a coupla months.

I don't know what to expect from three years, really.  A year ago at this time, there was all kindsa talk about potty-training.  I'm not gonna lie, Friends.  It burns me up good, that kinda talk, but thing of it is, I've been resisting it all this time, but I kind of thought it'd just magically happen for me by now.

Mommy says it's just like everything else.  It doesn't magically happen.  I've got to work for it.  Well, Mommy's memory is failing, I think.  IF she remembered right, I magically got myself off the binky without havin' to go to pacifier rehab.  Boom.  I turned four months old, and I was done with that binky.

My sippy cup, too.  Mommy carried on about how I was still using my bottles during my first summer, and bingo- all of a sudden, I was using straw sippy cups, which was apparently quite a parlor trick.

So everybody will hafta forgive me for being thirty-three months old and still in dideys.  Other things magically happened for me, and it grinds my gears to hafta work at this potty thing.

I think that somehow, we'll all still be okay.  I'll still be okay.  One of these days, I'll just decide I'm doing this, and I'll be brilliant.  But now that I'm thirty-three months old, Friends, I've realized that the world is just gonna hafta wanna respect my own personal time table, by golly!

Hey, I'll see ya tomorrow, Friends!  I love ya lots!  Muah!

My Five-Hundredth Post!

I've been checkin' in on ya for five-hunnert posts now!  Whew!

Hiya, Big People!  Guess what this is!  It's my five-hundredth post!  Who would have ever thought I'd make it to writin' five-HUNDRED posts for you to read!  Every darn day of this New Year, which isn't really all that new anymore.  I guess I should say every day of Twenty-Fourteen, plus a buncha days from 2013, I've written to you.

It's true.  I went back and looked, and every day from June of 2013, except for November First, I've peeked in at you from my place here on the World Wide Web, because the name of this blog is "The Daily Zoe," and I know it was silly there for a while for me to have the audacity to call my web log the "daily" anything, if I was showing up only occasionally.

You know, I thought I was a Pretty Big Cheese back on my One-Hundredth Post.  I crowned myself the "Postess with the Mostess."  Ha!  Then, when I hit my Two-Hundredth Post last August, I thought I was just pretty great.  I believe I told you if you ran across any ice cream cake that day, you ought to grab a slice and think of me.  Apparently I wasn't very self-aware of myself when I had my Three-Hundredth Post.  I was so wrapped up in being traumatized by the toilet that I couldn't even bring myself to remember that it was my three-hundredth post that day.  But I DID return to my senses to mark the milestone for my Four-Hundredth Post, and it doesn't seem like it was all that long ago!  By golly, it was only in February!

Going back to my Three-Hundredth Post, Friends.  I know it was all the way last November and all, before the Holiday Season, but that public toilet trauma still haunts me.  It's given me psychological ramifications.  You see, tomorrow, I will be thirty-three months old, and I still haven't had any interest whatsoever in learnin' to use the potty.  I don't even wanna hafta talk about it.  It's all because of that loud automatic-flushing toilet at the dang ol' Olive Garden.  It scared the bejeezus right out of me, and also scared some crap out of me, too, which makes it so ridiculous that Mommy thinks she wants to pick a fight with me about this toilet training business. 

Can you imagine how inconvenient it would have been for her if the public toilet in the Olive Garden had scared the crap out of me and I HADN'T have been wearin' a diaper?  Oh my goodness.  You think that woman whines all the time now, about me being practically a pre-schooler still in diapers, but had that incident occurred not in a diaper, she'd REALLY be a-whinin'. 

So there, Mommy!  I'm actually doin' you a FAVOR, not being interested in the potty right now.  I'm savin' you from a lot of tribulation.  You ought to be thanking me for wearin' diapers, not nagging me to try that infernal porcelain contraption out.  If you're even reading this.

For everybody else, I'm sorry it's come to this, on such a momentous occasion as my 500th post.  I should be talking about all the things I CAN do, insteadda dwellin' on this one thing I can't do yet.  And I'll have you know, there's a LOT of things, really cool things I can do right now, but I don't live in a culture of celebrating the ninety-five.  I live in the culture of quibbling over where the missing five points are.  Pffffffffffffft.

You know what?  I'm gonna focus on the positive.  I've written five-hundred posts.  I know my alphabet.  I can count to twenty all by myself, but I skip the number seventeen every time, because I don't like the number seventeen.  I can pick out my own clothes if I wanna.  I can brush my own teeth.  I can buckle my own seatbelt in my high chair, at least.  I know how to work the remote control for the television.  I can do a lot of things.  By golly.

So for my Five-Hundredth Post, Friends, I want you to join me in accentuating the positive.  Being glad for the things we have and the things we can do, insteadda dwelling on the things we don't have and the things we can't do.  How about it, Friends?  I love ya lots, and I'll see ya tomorrow, with Post 501!  How about that?!