What am I made of?

Monday is definetly our busiest day. Run to pick up the girls on time - at 3:15, take Brielle to Choir - eat a snack run into change her clothes. Micaela home, snack change clothes take her to Choir and Brielle to gymnastics. Of course in an attempt to make a busy afternoon crazier - I decided I would make the most of the moments not in the car- and clean out under my sink - this had to be done because I was mopping my floor. Do you see the logic? Actually it did end up being a good think - because I found we had a leak going on under our sink. So our neighbor the plumber came over and we solved the myster - a leacky sprayer faucet - I am sure that is the technical term. Thank goodness it won't be too expensive to fix. Now that I have all the contents strewn all over my counter - to the cupboard can dry, I proceed to mop my floor - Our floor has become the bane of my housecleaning career - it just kind of has a foggy film on it, once mopped it looks cloudy!!! I have tried everything - amonia & vinegar, murphy's wood floor cleaner, the potion the door to door salesman sold us, a new mop, and evern water. Anyway I am off the supject. Admidst all my cleaning, carpooling, soup making, dinner dishing out, math test preparing . . . I get Zoe and Brielle in the bath - and somehowhave the sense to sit down for a moment and talk with Brielle who is totally submerged and "swimming" around in her bubble bath. She pops her head up for a moment and asks me - Mom, I wonder what I am made of? I proceed to give her a very intelligent answer I think - Blood, bones, skin, etc..... I smile and finish with all amazing and wonderful things. She simply smiles and says oh I was thinking I was made out of clay!!! And back under the water my little Brielle goes - made of all all things wonderful and amazing - blood, bones, skin, and perhaps even some clay. So what am I made of?

Da Horse....

Last night, I returned home from a fun girls night - bunko. I was just trying to take care of a few things around the house. It was about 10:30 and Mike was in bed watching t.v. - in marches - little Zoe - polka dot pajama's and all and proceeds to climb into bed and snuggle down into the crook of her dad's arm - and we think drift back to sleep. She has been feeling pretty sick - progressively getting worse since Monday - with a hacking couph and a fever. Knowing this, Mike was especially accomadating of his little night visitor. Around 11 I finally slipped into bed and we were randomly watching who knows what and what commercial should run - one like my new background. The Zoe we thought was drifting off to sleep - her arm shot up pointed to the screen of these beautiful galloping horses - and loudly exclaimed "da horse"........ Zoe has few loves - well since her birthday on the 24th - she now has many more loves - her true love is horses... horse was truly her first word. She is so fun - so easy going -but truly truly so happy with a huge stuffed horse in her bed, a horse to hold and a horse to take whereever she goes.
a little side not e- I did take her to the Dr. the next morning - Zoe's confirmed misery sickness has a name - strep...... we opted for the shot -(don't even get me started on that experience) but it really was my best option because she is horrible about talking medicine. Zoe was so upset beyond upset crying all during the shot and after. He little bum is still quite sore - all 22 pounds of her. Oh we love her so - our little Zoe