You know how your kids go through weirdo phases and you keep meaning to take a picture and then forget and they have grown out of it? Grown out of it's quirky and endearing silliness? And you kick yourself for not getting a picture of them wearing their favorite shirt for the umpteenth day in a row or falling asleep in strange positions or their fascinations with passing crazy fads?Well, this time, I remembered. Back before we went on a big break from eating out, Steve had taken the girls to Chick-fil-A and while we usually trade the toy/book/CD for ice cream (who wouldn't - ice cream instead of clutter - I am so there) this time they kept the plastic toy cows. Toy cows that came with stickers to decorate and dress the cow. Umkay... We had 3 kids so 3 cows. I am pretty sure one made it to the trash can before the night even ended.
But Kate immediately became attached to said cow. Except Kate isn't our talker, let's just say that. So the cow became "Yow." Yow went everywhere with her for over a month. Sleep. Eat. Play. Car. Zac's house. Everywhere. If we didn't have Yow we were in big trouble and we frequently had desperate searches for cow, er, Yow.
Sleeping with Yow... (and Barney and Puppy and Baby and...you get the idea)
Feeding Yow chicken nuggets and bananas...
Going out on the town with Yow...(and "dap-dap" = backpack)Right now I couldn't tell you where Yow is. But I will forever be grateful I remembered to get a few pics of Yow before this cute little phase ended.
