Like Mother, Like Daughters...

Also a weekend in review...Saturday was the best day I've had with my family in a long time. Perfect weather certainly helps!

Getting ready for the zoo...

I think every person we walked past like this made a comment about how cute it was. The girls LOVE to hold hands...this is a much more reliable way to keep them both with me (and adorable, I admit).

Looking at the giraffes. I think we saw every animal that they like when we were at the zoo. Anna's favorites were the monkeys, Kara liked the elephants best. Right after this picture, Kara climbed under/through the fence to try to get a closer view of the giraffes. Yikes!

In addition to the zoo, on Saturday we did some grocery shopping and picked up chocolate cake and ice cream, both of which I had been wanting for a while, and are never on the Pierce grocery list, and Kara pooped on the potty for the first time after her bath! Here's her confused "smile" directly after...she was happier about it later when we heaped more praise on her and she had time to process a little. :)

Now, for the like mother, like daughters part... I had noticed for a while that whenever the girls like to tell me stories, it's about times when babies had tears at the library, when they had to say bye bye to someone or something, but they wanted more and got a tear, when their hands were dirty (more of these than I can link to...including the sand debacle at the beach, and the fact that they get upset when they see pictures of sand), or Kara's latest has been when she had a tear after she pooped because she wanted to stay naked, and they both like the one where dad was getting a baby and he fell down and hurt his hand and Kara got a tear. And of course there were the bubble and bug stories. This has continued. It clicked this weekend that this is really just a tendency to focus on the negative (and not liking their hands to be dirty) - just like mom. It's really funny to me that this is innate. I don't push them to remember these things, they just do.

The latest evidence: the first time I talked to them about the zoo after we went, when I mentioned giraffes, Kara told me her hands and shoes were dirty and I had to wipe them. The first time I mentioned Kara pooping in the potty, she told me that Dad had to wash her and I had to wash the potty. When I first mentioned the sticker Kara got for going potty, Anna told me that she had a tear because she didn't get a sticker (she cried enough that we gave her one). And last night when reading One Fish Two Fish (an old favorite), they wanted to see the sad fish over and over again, and didn't care about the rest of the book.

Girls, I love you so much, little quirks included...sorry you're like mom in that way, hopefully you will be in some good ways too!