Happy Mothers Day to two wonderful women, who mean the world to Greg, Zoey and I:
Greg’s mama with Zoey (We miss you, Carol!!!)
Sooo, I’m a little late posting these pictures and all because we surprised Grandpa Hoose two weekends ago. Heh. But remember what I said in another recent post about recent craziness and not having time to blog and being behind and…okay, enough of the excuses.
A couple of weekends ago, my daddy turned, um, twenty-nine-ish and to celebrate, almost the entire family was able to surprise him with a cookout. How did we do it? Pretty simple–my mom had arranged for the family to show up at a certain time with food. In the meantime, she had mentioned to my dad that it seemed like a good day for a hot dog roast, so he got their fire pit ready. He didn’t realize that he was getting it ready for his own party. Sneaky, sneaky, right?
This past Friday, Zoey spent the day at my mom’s house while Greg and I were working. My mom decided to work a bit on potty training, even though Zoey’s interest in the matter tends to be lukewarm at best.
In an effort to encourage Zoey, my mom told her that if she went poop on the big-girl potty, she would give her some ice cream as a treat.
Zoey’s immediate response?
“If you give me ice cream now, it would make my mommy happy.”
Note: she DID end up going poop on the big-girl potty later on that day.