In a previous post, I shared how Zoe has this penchant for liking the unlikeable, or for choosing what is out of the norm, and how, of all loveable Disney characters, she has grown fond of Anastasia, Cinderella’s naughty stepsister. Well, things do change, and Zoe has passed that stage of fondness for Anastasia. She has grown from liking Anastasia to watching Mulan everyday, and the swordfights and karate moves in Mulan please her a lot. This time Zoe enjoys watching Robin Hood, the animal version. She likes it so much that we got her a bow and arrow in our quick trip to divisoria last week. My mom scolded me for giving in to Zoe’s boyish penchants…as it is, Zoe’s likes indeed lean on the boyish side. Lola is scared that her apo might grow up to be a tomboy of sorts. At this rate, Zoe may really be called one because she prefers her sword, gun, and bow & arrow to her other girley toys. She also squirms when we insist that she wears a dress just this one time. I take her to the clips, ponytail section of Shopwise for her to choose what she wants for her now (finally!) growing curls, but she ignores them all, preferring to look at the caps instead that remind her of “baseball day”! I finally get her to wear a denim RL dress, only because I made her wear it with leggings which I told her all the superheroes wear. My, oh, my. Sometimes the thought of Zoe becoming a tomboy crosses my mind (before I offend anyone, I’d like you to know that I’m actually cool with), but hubby assures me that Zoe is just being herself and who she wants to be, and that Zoe prefers to do the exact opposite of what I insist her to do, perhaps to get on my nerves, haha. She knows she will see my jaw drop again when she’d insist on a pair of jeans instead of a skirt, and she knows the sword and the gun ammuse her dad too much.
Her birthday is coming up soon, not to mention, Christmas. Her dad already bought her a basketball ring because the little girl has been wanting this for the longest time. Talk about making her boyish! But I’m thinking of getting her a kitchen showcase just to neutralize things, hehe.
For the past weeks, Zoe has been keeping me up till 2AM. Her sleeping pattern has drastically shifted for the worst! What used to be an 11pm or midnight sleeping time (egad, my mom is already going bonkers that I let her apo stay up this late) is now 2 hours late! I really don’t know what changed or how it started. It always goes like this:
(A little past midnight, we get into bed and hubby turns off the lights. All seems quiet for a few godly seconds. Hubby falls asleep easily and I hear his heavy breathing. Yep, he breathes heavily when he sleeps; I’m the snorer in the family. Then comes Zoe’s voice)
Zoe: Mom, I’m hungry.
Me: Zoe, go to sleep, everybody’s sleeping now. Just dede (no wonder I have no luck weaning her) and sleep.
Zoe: But mom, I’m hungy. I want to eat.
Mom: Ok, what will you eat?
Zoe: Uhm, chicken and rice. Come on mom, please
Now, how could I resist the little one?! I take 10 times the effort to carry myself out of bed to bring Zoe to the kitchen for her past midnight snack. When we get to the kitchen, she forgets about the chicken and rice she requested. Apparently, it’s warm milk she likes. So I heat her some, she sips a little. Then, she remembers there’s Milo in the cupboard, and she asks for some, too. But no, she stops me mid-air as I was about to pour water in the cup. She wants to eat her Milo, not drink it. When I tell her it’s time for her to go back to bed, she delays. She remembers the chicken and rice and asks for it. I still believe she might be hungry so I heat her some chicken. She toys with her food and doesn’t eat a thing! At this point I’m too sleepy to feel a thing, much less scold her for making a sucker mom out of me, so I eat the chicken and rice, and the Milo powder, too (hey, haven’t tasted Milo for a long time), and give the warm milk to Bailey, our dog. It’s no wonder most moms gain a few or more pounds, they end up eating all the leftovers! By now you must think I dread the evenings when this happens. Partly, I expect it so much I don’t dread it at all. I just think it’s part of my routine as a supermom. Yes, I’d rather think of myself as one because my daughter thinks I am anyway : ) And 5 years down the road, when someone would ask my daughter the question: “What makes your mom the greatest mom in the world?” I’d hear her say, “Well, because even if I get hungry in the middle of the night and look for chicken and rice, she’d get up, feed me, and keep me company.” Hopefully, she’d remember it right.