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.

Operation Birthday Birdy

two of a kind

Baby Bug and I have been up to some covert maneuvers. We were sent on a top-secret mission by my Grandmother to buy a canary for my Aunt Keren, for her birthday. It was to be a very big surprise. It’s been in the works for months.

checkin' out the chickens

We took our mission seriously. We looked high and low for just the right bird. Not a chicken, not a duck but a perfectly yellow canary. And of course we found him at the Magnolia Bird Farm—our favorite bird store.

birdies for sale...

A perfectly yellow, very young canary who can’t sing yet and so therefore was half price. Not bad. We got our bird and smuggled him home for the big birthday dinner on Sunday. No, we weren’t going to eat the bird! He was the big surprise birthday present!

the birthday girl

I’m happy to report that our mission was a complete success. Not only was Aunt Keren completely surprised but she fell in love with her new little birdy on the spot. And Pavarotti (his new name) was happy too because he spent the rest of the day tweeting like a proper teenager canary who has not fully developed his singing pipes yet.

getting some fresh air

No stressed-out birdy here. He was very happy. I think he approves of the paint color in the dining room, don’t you?

Jack 'o Lantern and Pumpkin Face

Auntie Keren and Rapunzel

Mom and Gramma

Over and Out.