Zoe Update
The Z-thang is now six months old and recently had her well visit/check up with the pediatrician. She is in something like the 40th percentile for weight (15 pounds) and the 95th for length. So, so far she’s long and kinda skinny with a nice baby Buddha belly. Of course, all the parents I’ve talked to say the growth charts are a bunch of baloney and don’t indicate anything, except maybe I should take her to the store when I buy clothing for her. I bought a bunch of 6-12 month onesies and pants online. The pants are the perfect length right now, which makes me suspect she'll outgrow them sooner than 12 months.
She’s sitting up on her own for extended periods and reaching out pretty far for things (like toys that are just out of her reaaaaaach). Her balance is a lot better, but she does occasionally tump over, so we usually set her up with a boppy or someone sitting behind her.
She’s started eating cereal (into the world of solid foods) and strongly prefers oatmeal to rice.
She’s giggling a lot these days, which is damned cute.
She’s also a drooling mess, which means we drop her off at daycare in one outfit and bib and she comes home in a different set. I can see four teeth at the top and four on the bottom through her gums, but nothing has actually poked out yet. I suspect that with all this increased drooling at least one is sure to make an appearance soon.
She is absolutely fascinated by tags right now. If she’s playing with a stuffed toy, she turns it over to find the tag and pulls at it endlessly. She’s also into eyeglasses and will try to pull them off your face.
She’s been grabbing at my face in general. Nose and lips have been popular for a while. This week she added pulling my hair and ear (ouch), but it’s pretty funny.
Her babbling and creaky singing continue.
Her eyes were blue when she was born, a much darker blue than her father's. At around three months, there was a ring of brown around the pupil, and we assumed they would eventually become completely brown. That hasn’t happened. Either they haven’t finished changing or she has hazel eyes. Sometimes her eyes look blue, brown, or green. In a way, this is the perfect combination. She has both of her parents’ eyes.
Thursday
Thursday Humor
From The 10 Most Terrifyingly Inspirational '80s Songs by Robert Brockway about the song "Dead or Alive": "This song was written in that small window of the '80s when a blue collar steelworker from New Jersey with a terminal case of hockey hair could write songs about being a cowboy and be taken seriously. It was a very small window; it really only encased this one song."
Another great description, this one about "The Final Countdown": "The synthesizer riff in this 1986 track is as fist-pumping as music gets without involving an actual instrument. We're not clear on what he's counting down to, but somebody's about to get their ass kicked."
Read to see descriptions of the other '80s songs!
From The 10 Most Terrifyingly Inspirational '80s Songs by Robert Brockway about the song "Dead or Alive": "This song was written in that small window of the '80s when a blue collar steelworker from New Jersey with a terminal case of hockey hair could write songs about being a cowboy and be taken seriously. It was a very small window; it really only encased this one song."
Another great description, this one about "The Final Countdown": "The synthesizer riff in this 1986 track is as fist-pumping as music gets without involving an actual instrument. We're not clear on what he's counting down to, but somebody's about to get their ass kicked."
Read to see descriptions of the other '80s songs!
Wednesday
Our Hood
A week or two ago, I mentioned that I have mixed feelings about our neighborhood. Just this past weekend, Nate said how cool it would be to raise Zoe here. This week, two people ended a police chase by driving a carjacked truck into our neighbor's house. Generally, this is how things go. We start to get comfortable and then some other weird thing happens. I'm not even that freaked out about it, which is maybe a sign of numbness at the various shenanigans we've witnessed.
The funniest part of this story is that I saw the police/news copter lights and heard all the sirens as I was trying to put Zoe down for the night. In a futile attempt to block out some noise, I played her waves CD. Can you picture me yelling to the cops/robbers outside: "Can you hold it down out there? I'm trying to put my baby to sleep!"
A week or two ago, I mentioned that I have mixed feelings about our neighborhood. Just this past weekend, Nate said how cool it would be to raise Zoe here. This week, two people ended a police chase by driving a carjacked truck into our neighbor's house. Generally, this is how things go. We start to get comfortable and then some other weird thing happens. I'm not even that freaked out about it, which is maybe a sign of numbness at the various shenanigans we've witnessed.
The funniest part of this story is that I saw the police/news copter lights and heard all the sirens as I was trying to put Zoe down for the night. In a futile attempt to block out some noise, I played her waves CD. Can you picture me yelling to the cops/robbers outside: "Can you hold it down out there? I'm trying to put my baby to sleep!"