For most of my pregnancy, Jed emphatically declared that the baby would be a sister. When I was 7 or 8 months along, one evening we sat at lunch. Jed, tired before an imminent nap time, crumpled his face and started to cry. I asked him what was wrong.
"Mom," he said, "I need my Zozy."
"What do you mean, Jed?"
"I need my Zozy, I need my baby sister."
Funny, because we always, always referred to the baby as "Baby Z." But he knew all along it was his Zozy.
What could be more dull than a Mormon Mommy blog with nothing but posts of smiling children and raves about their cuteness? I don't know, but this is it.
And she is SOOOOOOO CUTE! *squeal!*
Pictures from the last post were taken two weeks ago. These are from last night. Michael complains that the first and last photos look the same, but I say he misses the subtle shades of perfection exemplified by Zoe's cheeks.
Poor Michael still suffers, but Jed and I are bouncing back. Roseola'a gone and an antibiotic has worked wonders for his mood. Best part is that after a week of hardly eating and dropping to 26 pounds, now his appetite has returned and he's working on covering those ribs back up.
Yesterday for breakfast he ate 7 bowls of cereal and a plate of sausage.
The day before, 13 silver dollar whole wheat pancakes.
Today, 2 eggs, a piece of heavily buttered whole wheat toast, a cup of spinach-apple smoothie, a cup of half and half, a bowl of applesauce, handful of prunes, and a whole banana.
Over the years I have attempted many times to take pictures of lightning, and failed every time. Until last night, when we had a real proper lightning storm. Probably one of the more violent storms electrically we have experienced here in Indiana.
1 tired kid 1 fever almost 103 1 allergy-ridden momma 1 cranky toddler 1 neglected, wailing infant 1 unidentifiable rash 1 strangely swollen gum 1 momma with a bad cold 1 case of roseola 1 screaming, flailing trip to the dentist 1 overdose on ibuprofen 1 call to poison control 1 blessing, caring, cheering husband 1 dinner from a dear friend 1 jar of nyquil 1 tired family looking forward to the long weekend