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Guitar Girl

Guitar Girl #1

Guitar Girl #1

Guitar Girl #2

Guitar Girl #2

Deep Concentration

Deep Concentration

Deep Concentration

Making a Caterpillar

Making a Caterpillar

Making a Caterpillar

Zoe and Lu

Zoe and Lu

Zoe and Lu

Playing in the fountain (#1)

Playing in the fountain (#1)

Playing in the fountain (#1)

Mister Mister

Mister Mister

Mister Mister

Concentration

Working hard on her masterpiece at Abracadoodle

Working hard on her masterpiece at Abracadoodle

Like a kid in a candy store

… or rather, exactly a kid outside of a candy store…

Kid Outside a Candy Store

Kid Outside a Candy Store

A plane flies overhead

A plane flies overhead

A plane flies overhead

Bubble Bobble #2

Bubble Bobble #2

Bubble Bobble #2

Bubble Bobble

Bubble Bobble

Bubble Bobble

Super Zoe Poses for the Camera

Super Zoe Poses for the Camera

Super Zoe Poses for the Camera

Throwing away a perfectly good child

Throwing away a perfectly good child...

Throwing away a perfectly good child...

Zoe, Songwriter

Zoe was playing with one of my electric guitars and strumming it, out of tune, strings open, and making up a song as she was going along. It was mostly spoken word, but had some semblance of rhythm, in a very Lou-Reed-Esque “Walk on the Wild Side” vibe:

And she gave me a quarter
*DOIIIING*
And I bought a pickle
*TWANG*
Because pickles are wicked
*BOOOONG*
And I gave her a flower

I gave her a new… rose
*TWANG* A rose… *TWANG* a rose… *TWANG* a rose
I was down town *TWIIIING*
We went down town to visit Mr Brown
*DOOONG*
And then I became a girl again
*STRUM*

Misc

A few of Zoe that didn’t get their own posts:

Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful

Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful

Dancing on the Sidewalk

Dancing on the Sidewalk

Into the Wildflowers

Into the Wildflowers

Stare

Stare

Solving the mystery

I came home the other day to a happy child and a slightly perturbed wife. After the traditional greetings and “Daddy’s home!” hugs, I was informed, in no uncertain terms, that Heather had found crayon drawings on the display screen of her camera. And I could clearly see that the little one was in the dog house over this.

None too pleased, I reiterated in my stern-and-grumpy fatherly voice that crayons were only to be used on paper, in coloring books and the ilk.

“I didn’t draw on Mommy’s camera!” she emphatically denied.

The lectures and life-lesson learning about the concept of lying have been a hot topic lately and both Heather and I seized upon the opportunity to make sure she understood that although drawing on Mommy’s camera is bad, lying is far, far worse and carries with it more severe consequences.

“But I didn’t draw on Mommy’s camera! I didn’t! I didn’t!” she cried.

As a parent, sometimes you know when your child is lying. The expression will tell you, the tone of voice, a series of ‘ums’ and conflicting stories, or better yet, each hand gripping a ball of cat fur will tell you that, yes, they were indeed picking up the cat, even while claiming otherwise. But it works in the opposite sometimes as well and as I looked at Heather, we exchanged that glance that acknowledged the “if we believe her AND she’s lying, we’re going to lose this battle in the war” vibe that hung over the conversation.

Then I saw the light bulb go off. Plink! Right above Heather’s head and a slight, but only slight, smirk (of sudden realization) permeated her expression.

“I have crayons in my purse,” Heather sighed. And that day, she’d taken the camera to take pictures of Zoe at gymnastics class.

Exchanging another look, at once and jointly we knew that this was going to invoke the dreaded “I’m right, you’re wrong” taunts of our four-year old. And as fun as that is, we like to avoid those situations at all cost.

We were pleasantly surprised when the panic-stricken child (the looming fear of punishment for a crime she didn’t commit is quite stressful, you know) grew a smile from ear to ear. She threw up her arms in an exaggerated shrug and while looking directly at mommy, said, “We solved the mystery!”

Standing against the Wall

Standing against the Wall

Standing against the Wall

Red

Red

Red

More of that silly child of ours

More of that silly child of ours

More of that silly child of ours

Wheee!

Whee

Whee