Morning at the Zoo

Have you ever seen such a cute cheetah?

Amiya tells:

There are new animals at the zoo. Leapin' lemurs, cheetahs, pippy (pygmy) hippos and (African) pink flamingos. We went to the zoo early in the morning. We ate breakfast and then I got my face painted like a cheetah. Then we looked at the noisy and slimy pippy hippos.

Amiya types:

We saw elephants at the zoo. And we saw giraffes and zebras.

P.O.C.

A P.O.C. is what Kev does everytime he wants out of his crib.

One dozen decorated Easter cookies shipped to the first reader who can guess what P.O.C. stands for.

Sponsor:
The P.O.C. Contest is sponsored by Christy Gupta. Christy Gupta is the mother of two darling children, one of whom P.O.C.s and the other does not (anymore)

Eligibility:
The Contest is open to readers of this blog who are 13 (Nisha!) years of age or older at the time the Contest commences. Employees, officers, parents, directors, agents, husbands, representatives and independent contractors (and their immediate family members and members of the same households, whether related or not) of Christy Gupta or the Republican Party are not eligible to participate.

Summary:
In order to enter the Contest, you must enter your name, and guess in the comment window. Bribery is acceptable and should be sent in the largest possible bills you have. By providing your name and comment, you become a member of the Anti-P.O.C. Foundation.

Prizes:
Each semi-final winner shall receive nothing except a Gurd Job! from Amiya, the Didi of the P.O.C. genius.

A single Grand Prize shall be awarded, as set forth in these official rules. The Grand Prize will consist of a dozen decorated Easter cookies to whomever wins.

Unclaimed prizes will not be awarded. All taxes and other expenses related to any prize are the responsibility of the prize winners.

Cost:
There is not cost to participate in the Contest, however donations of large amounts are gladly accepted to subsidize the handling of the P.O.C. phenomenon.

Tears of Horror, Smiles of Joy

We have an intense son. He eats with two fingers only in a pincher-like motion. He steps with purpose and decisiveness. He uses few words, preferring to gesture in the general direction. When he's angry it consumes him. When he's happy he is nothing but.

Our first foray into fingerpainting. This is the least pained of all the expressions he made while trying this out. He does not like to have muck on his hands, he does not like food hanging out of his mouth, and he definitely does not like green paint on his hands.

On the other hand, going down the slides, swinging in the swings, rummaging in the mulch, anything at the park and the little man is happy, happy, happy. Thrilled, even. At least definitely much happier than when fingerpainting.

Happy Barfday

We celebrated Amiya's birthday on Sunday in true Amiya style. We had a party at the park and shortly after singing happy birthday and passing out the cupcakes, Amiya stepped away from the table and barfed up the contents of her breakfast and lunch. Good times, good times.

Here you can see Amiya and Reed, a friend who was visiting and also shares the same birthday, their cupcakes and goody bags. Approximately twenty minutes before barf.

She left the park with Vinay and Kev to come home and nap. Two fevers and two doses of Tylenol later and she woke up to us singing "Happy Barfday to you!" She thought it was funny.

She hasn't yet gotten a birthday dinner, so we'll do that sometime this week. She wants to have a backwards dinner (ice cream sundaes first, then pancakes), so we're waiting until she is completely cough free. She's also gotten almost a present a day - a Diego backpack full of Diego games, a Diego doll, a Diego computer game, Balloon Lagoon, a fabulous storyback, a gorgeous picture and handpainted frame and a ticket to see Diego Live! This was all after we said no presents at her barfday party. Plus she's also getting a day at Disney World and a trip to the jewelry/beading store with Grandma to string fabulous matching jewelry. Could life be any better for this child?

Amiya-isms

Some recent quotes from Amiya:

When asked how old she is (prior to her birthday):
Three and eleven twelfths.

Tonight in the car:
Mommy, I need to poop. It's an emergency.

Mommy: "Well, you'll have to wait until we get home or to Grandma's."

I can wait until Grandma's. If I just keep my bottom pushed down on the carseat then there's no room for the poop to come out and it won't come out.

A few days ago in the bathroom:
Mommy, I have poop on my shirt.

Mommy comes running because nothing good can become of those words. Upon arriving in the bathroom Mommy inspects rear hem of shirt for telltale signs. Nothing. Amiya points out a small red spot, chest high on the front of her shirt. It's here Mommy. I'm not sure - it's either ketchup or poop.

Daily
Mommy, I love you almost as much as I love Diego.

Tonight at bedtime
Daddy, I'm glad that you decided to be a Daddy. You're the best Daddy in the world.