I have one of those kids.
Yup, one of THOSE kids. The kid that stops and pitches a fit if one side of her leggings is riding up. I didn't even know THOSE kids existed. But I have one of them. D now has me trained to check both pant legs and sleeves any time we exit a vehicle or I put her down after carrying her for a while.
That photographic evidence was acquired Saturday when we attended Pookie's Rescue Fest on our continuing endeavor to find a new four-legged family member. No luck on that front, but D made really good friends with a one-eyed boxer that was there in a mascot capacity only. The women at the booth couldn't stop gushing over how patient and gentle D was with all the dogs, and I have to say I was pretty proud of her myself: no ear or tail pulling, no hitting, very little high-pitched squealing.
We were unable to keep D from catching a glimpse of the playground at Lake Lily park, so we had to make a "pit stop" before leaving. My sweet, fearless peanut wants to CLIMB ALL THE THINGS.
D made an important discovery in her room Saturday night: hats. Although she still doesn't want ME to put them on her... and she doesn't really want to wear them... she does enjoy digging through her hat box and placing hats on her head.
Sunday it struck us that it had been way too long since we'd been to Disney (a whole 2 weeks) so we packed up and headed down to Animal Kingdom. Can't say enough good things about the Safari: it is truly different every time. Our driver this time was really informed and tossed out lots of interesting trivia that we hadn't heard in the past. D continues to improve her animal words and sounds, although she was quite taken with showing off her Abby Cadabby jacket to anyone who would listen: [pointing at the embroidery on the left chest] ABBYYYY! ABBEHYEEEEEHHH! ABBY ABBY!
We never got around to taking D to one of our favorite Animal Kingdom stops before: It's tough to be a bug (it's a cute interactive 3-D show with a lot of the characters from A Bug's Life). Well... apparently D was not ready for that. My kid was TERRIFIED. I didn't remember it being so loud and dark, but she clung to my neck whimpering and SHAKING. I was flabbergasted. Ian and I tried to laugh and smile through the whole thing, telling D there was nothing to be afraid of, but she didn't seem to be buying it.
Lunch was a new adventure. We went to the barbecue stand, and were accosted by the typical "tourists feed us" birds at our table. One particularly cute (if pushy) mallard plopped down right between D's and my chairs and wiggled his butt suggestively, but D was NOT sharing. "No! No no! No nice! No birdy!" and she waved her hands to try and shoo it away. Ian got video of it on his phone. By the time one of the larger cranes marched right up to our table and reached over Ian's shoulder to yank a chicken bone off the table we were all over the bird assault.
We strapped D into her stroller and went strolling through the India and Africa nature walks, hoping for a nap. Of course that didn't happen. D was DONE and it was time to call it a day.
We had a bit of a rainy day forecasted for Monday so I broke out the raincoat (3 sizes too big) that I bought for D to try on. That kid sure does love a zipper.
Have I mentioned how ripped my kid is? Her new favorite bedtime activity is "pull ups" with Daddy. Although... it's possible the falling part is her favorite. In addition to pull-ups and zippers, she's also quite fond of buckles. She gets pretty pissed at me if I don't let her do the top buckle in the car seat. No matter how long it takes her.