Zoë Calamity: The last word in little girls.

My dad has this great trait in that he hates to see any of his family get hurt.  I remember once when Zoë’s auntie Hayden fell off her bike, my dad got really mad.  Not at Hayden, not at me (Hayden was showing me a “trick” at the time), but at her bike and the ground for contributing to her getting hurt.  I definitely think I have inherited that trait.

This last week, Zoë has been sick and its driving me crazy.  When she’s crying because she feels bad, I get mad at the germs that are making her feel bad.  I think its a reaction to not being able to really do anything except be there.  Something is troubling my little girl and I want to fix it.  If I could punch out a virus, I would.

Ok, well, I admit it, we’ve been slackers about posting. Its not that our precious little Baroness is not doing wonderfull things daily, its just that we have been so caught up with life that posting to the site take a back seat a little too often. We’ll see what we can do to correct that.

On the Zoë news front, she had her first official doctor visit last week and things look great. Her Dr proclaims her to be in excellent health. She’s running in about the 55th percentile for weight and 90th percentile for height, so she’s going for the long and lean supermodel look. Our friend Matt pointed out a potential issue with that:
Matt: oh man your gonna have a fit, wait till the boys come knockin
me: I’ll be waiting to do my own knockin… knockin them out!