From Peanut to Monkey

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We started calling Zoey ‘Peanut’ pretty much from the moment she was born because, to Greg and I, she was so tiny and sweet and well, stayed PUT. Peanut just fit her so well and it sort of stuck. But lately, she’s been becoming more of a monkey than a peanut because she is mobile and that means she’s getting into EVERYTHING.

She figured out how to open the refrigerator last week. Oh, not by pulling on the handle like us pedestrian adults. Oh no. She figured out how to PRY the door open from the bottom–and she was just as excited when she realized she could open Nana’s freezer this past Sunday. What does she do when she gets it open, you ask? Oh, she just stands in front of the shelves and babbles nonstop, ending every sentence in what sounds like a question. Also, she has, more than once, tried to climb up the shelves in our refrigerator.

She also learned how to climb into tote bins and laundry baskets all by herself. It is now commonplace to walk into our living room and see her perched on top of a basket filled with clean, just-folded laundry. She also likes to drag a few of her toys into a tote bin I have half-filled with books to pack away in our barn; after she gets her toys inside the bin, she gets in the bin to play. And let’s not forget her fascination with climbing into her toy box to play.

But here’s the new one: she has learned how to climb up on our coffee table. She sits on top and plays with her toys or has a snack while Greg and I keep an eye on her in case she decides she wants to try her hand at flying again (the attempts off the couch did not go so well). This is also while she’s quickly learning that our couch is poofy enough to make it easy to bounce on and that having Mommy and Daddy chase her when she’s getting into something she knows she shouldn’t is very fun.

And she’s still feeding the dogs from her booster seat during mealtimes, even though we’re trying to teach her not to. But don’t worry–she’s getting enough to eat. She would scarf down a whole box of Teddy Grahams if we let her and we recently caught her chewing on one of Nana’s cardboard coasters (that’s fiber, right)? Her favorite food is bread, hands down. She loves fruit, but is still on the fence about vegetables. She likes pasta, but wishes lettuce would go live on another planet. And don’t get her started on eggs.

She’s crazy and silly and sweet and all kinds of fun. But she definitely puts Greg and I through our paces on a daily basis and sometimes, we wish she’d take more than just one or two naps a day–just so we could get rest from her antics too.

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About cdhoose

I'm a mom to an amazing little girl and have another little one on the way. I live in Upstate New York with my fiance and daughter, 2 big, crazy dogs and a 3-legged cat (who has an attitude). I hate know-it-alls, Lindsay Lohan and socks with holes in them. I always seem to get myself into trouble (which entertains my fiance to no end), but I try hard to be a good parent. Also, I occasionally work on scrapbooking the fifty billion pictures I've taken of my kid. And I like ice cream. The end.

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