Feeding Time at the Petting Zoo

I’m afraid that Adam might just be an only child.

My sister’s baby sitter is on vacation this week.  Our mom and I have been filling in the gap.  After an all day onslaught yesterday with a four year old nephew, a 17 month old niece, and my 9 month old at my too small apartment, I got smart and told my sister, “that’s okay – Adam and I will come to your house tomorrow.”

You see, she has a fenced in back yard.  Three kids + outside = blissful exercise and fun. And yes, I had all three kids outside by 8:15 AM!  Now I know why our mother used to throw open the back door, shoo us out, and threaten our lives if we came back inside.

My favorite moment though was morning snack with Adam and my niece.

I sat them together and doled out the little veggie puffs bit by bit.  It reminded me of the little critters at petting zoos who come eat out of your hand – small, sweet, hungry!

And then, one turned on me and got all aggressive.

Hunting veggie puffs is hard work – she topped it off, by crawling into the dining room, finding Adam’s abandoned bottle, and helping herself.  She’s no dummy, this one.

My second favorite moment? Gosh, I’m so glad you asked.

Day one – my niece demonstrated her future man-getting-skills.  She hooked Adam like a fish and threw him down to the floor.  She’s is going to be a heart breaker.  Lock up your toddlers.

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