today was a good day. we went to my new nanny job, which is on trial, and i may not stay at...it's hard to watch zoey and not be able to give her my full attention, plus three year olds wear me out! when am i going to learn? but it was a good day because zoey was happy, and she rode home in car (1/2 hour) wide awake and not screaming! a treat for sure.

it was a typical evening, after a day of dancing to james brown with a three year old, listening to japanese sounding guitar music while feeding zoey and wondering what the hell was going on when said three year old turned around from her midmorning snack to say, "hey, we are one." WHAT? came home, cut the poop off of levi's tail and haunches, and pumped milk out of myself. what the hell is going on lately? i feel like i'm in an episode of twin peaks sometime. now i can't keep my eyes open. so i will go to bed...after i tell you that it is hilarious to watch zoey try and get her hands into her mouth. she doesn't get frustrated with it yet, just keeps trying, and missing, and sometimes does it really quickly and whacks her self periodically in the forehead or chin. then when her fist gets to her mouth finally, she tries to eat it.

sorry the grammer makes your minds sping...i'm so very tired. ( i just did a spell check, but i think i'll leave the previous sentence as is, to illustriously illustrate my exhaustion)