chicka chicka boom boom: "not me" monday, zoo day & the eighth month

idea from mckmama. where you admit some of your imperfections so you can laugh about yourself.

i didn't hit my chicka's head on the door frame going into the garage, finally calmed her down only to hit it AGAIN when i opened the door to the car. nope, not me.

i certainly didn't smirk at a lady wearing skin tight sweatpants clearly defining her girlie "junk" only to realize i was walking around with my fly open and baby vomit down my shirt. nope, not me.

i certainly didn't hold my chicka up to a sign at the zoo that said "dangerous animals" to get her picture taken by it. nope, not me.

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must have gave dada what i had yesterday. headache and tummy troubles because he woke up with it this morning. after a restful morning i finally convinced him to get out of the house to head to the zoo [it was all part of my secret plan to get him walking because his tummy troubles are usually because of irregularity]. it was as cool as it is going to get all week and the sun was hiding so we got to enjoy the rest of the cool but humid afternoon at the zoo.

momma and chickabear scratching, hilariousbird in the jungle, proud of this shotlooking at the fishes

wasn't sure if it was a friendly or not

stretching our his wings

i thought he was going to bite me

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dear chicka,

you are now eight months old. you have come so far from the tiny glowworm i held still on the c-section table in the hospital.

minutes old

10.14.2009

you can sit up, roll over, clap, shake your head no [and i think you know what it means], open and close your fist "HI", say dada, and many other things i could list but you have even taken a couple steps.

i'm sure one day i will look think back when you were only eight months and think of how much you have grown since then.