Princess Mariposa and the Jungle


Her Majesty wanted to go to a jungle yesterday. I don’t try to make it a habit to fulfill her every wish—though it does seem like I do sometimes. But it was one of those days that I didn’t have anything else planned so I said, why not? That is the luxury of being a stay-at-home mom, after all. I might as well enjoy the perks.


So off to the zoo we went. It was the most jungle-like place I could think of outside of this giant nursery that sells plants to offices and the Rainforest Cafe. I thought about squeezing all three places into our day but the zoo ended up taking up all of our time. Which was great! I don’t really like Rainforest Cafe’s food anyway. Our packed lunch was a way better deal.

monkey see monkey do

We rode the train, we visited the monkeys…we tried to avoid the school field-trip crowds but that was tricky. It’s crazy how these hordes of school kids can swarm you and for about a minute you just have to stand still and let them flood by you. Then they’re gone and you have the zoo to yourself again.


I splurged and let Bug get her face painted. I have a soft spot for face-painting because I really want to be a face painter myself someday. I know I can do it. I just need to get the supplies and study up on the do’s and don’ts. One of these days I’m going to hire myself out for a birthday party or something. I really like how some of the artists incorporate the child’s whole face. This one artist I watched painted open dragon eyes on the child’s closed eyes. It was the coolest thing ever. I’ve been told that Johnny Depp has his eyes painted that way in one of the Pirates of the Carribbean movies but I haven’t seen it. Maybe I’ll have to make a point of renting that movie for research.


Bug seems to like face painting as much as I do. She’s such a bouncy wiggly kid but when it comes time to hold still to get her face painted, she’s as quiet and still as a statue. If only I could get her to hold that still when I’m doing her hair!

Princess Mariposa!

Bug chose a green butterfly (of course). The end result was fabulous! It really changed her whole face, almost in a tribal way. It was funny to watch younger kids look at her. They were scared of her but fascinated at the same time. One Hispanic mother and young daughter marveled at her for quite a while and as they left I overheard them talking about “mariposas.” I had forgotten that that was how you say “butterfly” in Spanish. So for the rest of the day she was Princess Mariposa to me.

hangin' with friends

We met up with Calee and her daughter Audrey. Audrey wasn’t scared of Bug’s funny green face at all. I have some photos of Calee but they turned out blurry so I’m not posting them. But one of these times I’m going to get a picture.

It’s funny how many great friends I’ve met through this blog. I get a lot of emails from people saying they’d love to meet up someday or send me something but they don’t want to seem like a stalker. I don’t even think about stalkers much anymore. Probably one day I’ll meet somebody creepy but I haven’t met anyone like that yet. So far every single person I’ve ever met through this blog has been fantastic. I guess blogging is a good friend filter.

A while back I was criticized for exposing so much of Bug’s life on the internet. While I agree that that is a valid concern, I’m almost thinking that blogging works in the reverse as well. I feel like I’ve made such an amazing network of friends here who really love and care about Bug. If, God forbid, something terrible did happen people would come out of the woodwork to help me. I know you guys would. I hate to even think these thoughts BUT I think we are at a much greater risk from the random strangers we meet in the grocery store than we are by the random pervert who bookmarks a page on this blog.

Just a thought I’ve been thinking about for a while…

the green princess and her sea horse

Of course I still worry and that’s probably why I’m such a paranoid freak about Bug keeping up with me when she wants to lag further and further behind. But overall I like to think of my blog as my extended protection unit. You know this silly green face. You’d recognize it anywhere. I know you guys have got my back.


So we will carry on, Princess Mariposa and me.

I don’t eat doughnuts


Bethany and I have a list of adventures. Every time we get together, we try to cross one item off the list. I know, tough life. Why can’t you be less full of fun? I could go on and on about the woes of stay-at-home-mommedness and how I would kill for some good old water-cooler chit-chat about something besides my latest saga over disciplining my child…or I could just talk about the perks.

Perks are better. At least for me today. Some days I need to go on and on about how so very hard it is. But not today. Today was SUPER FUN! We had some doughnuts! It was on our list.

Bethany is convinced that hot Krispy Kreme doughnuts are a zillion times better than regular old room-temperature ones. I don’t think this could make that much of a difference. Aren’t Krispy Kreme doughuts made of crack anyway? Could they get that much better? How much more could your taste buds fire off alarm signals of pleasure to your brain? I need to be convinced with actual proof.

This poses a dilemma since I don’t really eat doughnuts. They are off-limits. I am Uma Thurman in The Truth About Cats and Dogs except I’m not a model and I’m not skinny and my weakness is doughnuts not cake. Also, I’m totally lying. I do eat doughnuts. I’m just working on the not-eating-them part.

7days: Day 5 "Public/Private"

I burn thousands of imaginary calories just thinking about not eating them. It’s a battle up there in my head. If only there were some physical activity to go along with the mental activity because then I would be super-skinny and I could eat all the doughnuts I ever wanted. Hmmm…that’s kind of a circular argument…

Anyway, as I was telling Bethany today, I wish I didn’t spend so much mental time on this. How much smarter would I be if my brain could use that space for something else? I’d probably be a lot better at math.

hiding behind her apple fritter
(photo totally caught by Bethany)

So yeah, I do eat doughnuts. I love them. Apple fritters to be exact. I was born with that gene. (Mutter, mutter, bad word, mutter, mutter…) But today we didn’t get to test Bethany’s theory. We did test some doughnuts (How could we not? We drove all that way!!!) but they weren’t hot. The light in the window was off and the assembly line was empty. It was still fascinating to look at. I love touring factories.

no action on the factory line today

The kids thought it was great fun and then five seconds later the sugar hit their blood and they turned into wild maniacs. It was amazing. I have never seen the night-and-day difference a pop of sugar will do to a kid quite like that before. One minute they were sitting there sipping their milks with glazed looks in their eyes and the next they were bouncing off the walls like Nerf balls.

sugar high

It was very bizarre. Like I said, Krispy Kreme doughnuts are made with crack. I’m sure of it. I’m checking us both into rehab tomorrow morning.