Zoey Moment #5

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Little moments I don’t want to ever forget…..

Zoey, for some unknown reason, is terrified of the small space heater that we keep in her room at night. Maybe it’s because it’s just a little bit shorter than she is. Or maybe it’s because it oscillates. Whatever the reason, she refuses to go near it and she DEFINITELY will not walk past it without Mommy or Daddy holding her hand.

Yesterday, all three of us were under the weather and it was a little chilly in our living room–where we were all hanging out. So, Greg brought the space heater downstairs for us to use and Zoey had to hold Greg’s or my hand whenever she wanted to walk past the space heater to go out into the kitchen. It was cute, but also heartbreaking because she would start crying if we weren’t right there to help her walk past, to reassure her that she was going to be okay.

At one point, her sippee cup ended up laying on the floor right in front of the space heater. Zoey got up the courage to walk across the living room to get it, but she turned around too fast and almost fell. She held her balance, but she burst out crying like she was afraid her misstep would give the heater time to get her. I scooped her up in my arms and held her close while I whispered to her that the heater couldn’t hurt her. I wish I could make her understand that.

Ditto with the vacuum cleaner.

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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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