We had a fantastic trip to Santa's Village in NH this weekend. For the two weeks leading up to the trip, all Zoe could talk about was petting a reindeer. I think her idea of what a reindeer would look like and what a reindeer actually looks like were quite different. So when she saw one- she looked at me with a furrowed brow and said, "That's not a weindeer. That's a moose."
In an effort to convince her the reindeer were nice, Daddy did something that only Daddy would do: kissed the reindeer. Gross. Eeeew. Yuck.
Some of my favorite moments from the weekend:
Zoe pointing to the 3 wise men in the life-sized manger exhibit and exclaiming, "Mommy, look at those princesses!" (I can understand that robes may have looked like gowns, but since when do princesses have beards??)
After securing Zoe on the carousel, I started to climb up on a horse of my own. That's when Zoe informed me, "Hey Mommy, this ride is for little butts."
At the tail end of the 3 hour road trip, I finally told miss miss bossy pants in the back seat that mommy doesn't take orders from a 2.5 year old, to which she replied in a mocking, sing-song voice, "Oh yes you doooooo."
Here are some photos from the adventure. (Click pics to launch album.)
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