Zoë Calamity: The last word in little girls.

Well, I really should have written this ages ago, since it happened a while back, but I think it’s still relevant.

One fine day, I came walking in the door from work to see my two favorite people sitting in the rocking chair.  Maryanne had Zoë on her knee, bouncing her around a little.  I came in, said hi to Maryanne and then squatted down to say hi the the Baroness.  She hadn’t really noticed me coming in as she was really interested in looking out the window, but when I started talking to her she turned to look at me and gave the biggest smile I have ever seen from her.  That one little look just made my day (which was already a good one) perfect.  I realized 2 minutes later that I am doomed.  Odds are, my little daughter will be getting anything she wants from me.

The Baroness von ChauChau has come to visit. Who is this royalty, you ask? None other than Zoë, when she decides that to stop eating is to die. She eats for hours until she falls asleep, and then lounges majestically in her swing until it’s time to wake up and chow down once again. We think she’s somewhere around 12 lbs now, which is a nice healthy size for a baby. I don’t have anything clever to say to end this post, so I’ll just end it.

I got in big trouble yesterday when Zoë smiled at her grandma and said grandma realized that no one had told her that Zoë’d started smiling. So I’m telling everyone now. Zoë smiles. And it is dang cute. Pictures to come.