Alright...I suck...
Can I bribe you with a super sweet photo? The past week has been a blur of work and taxes and life insurance and a sick baby and occasional sunshine...more importantly it's been a blur of me not posting anything. Sorry...here's a beauty pic for your trouble:
There...how's that?
Not nearly enough I know but it's all I've got. I was sick last week, and Zo just happened to fall ill this week, and there's just been no ambition to document the whole thing. In an effort to be brief and simultaneously entertaining we're going to give you a little lightening round of this weeks activity...
Zo sick but an absolute champ...MLB.TV saving my life...amazing positivity at work and unbelievable bummers...some sunshine...a full inch or more growth for the Zo and endless baseball conversations every night between Dad and the Zedder...the 2nd "cycle" ever hit in Dodgers history and Justin Verlander isn't a putz after all (whew!)...Easter came and went...Grandad maybe retiring...maybe...and Cleveland Indian tickets that arrived a full three days after the game...all that and then Greg Paulus thinks he can play football at Michigan. Oh, and Mark "The Bird" Fidrych died. Yeah, it's been that kind of week.
The Zed is a talking machine these days, she freaks every time she's got some heavy pants and we're absolutely silly with smiles about that turn of events. There's a Bumbo chair in our living room now, along with this crazy Eddie Bauer Pack 'n Play thing that looks better than my first car, and to our chagrin Zoey has discovered television...She especially likes baseball games. Oh yeah, and as you may have noticed Zoey Blog aesthetics have changed...Why? Why not?
Uhmmm, thats about all. ...except for this mondo excellent pic of Dad and Zo watching the Cubs Sunday Night baseball game at Grandma's house. Zo's got enough core strength to lean and look since Dad can sometimes make a better door than he does a window...I'm guessing that Zos gonna be the kind of girl that yells, "down in front," at ball games...atta girl.
There...how's that?
Not nearly enough I know but it's all I've got. I was sick last week, and Zo just happened to fall ill this week, and there's just been no ambition to document the whole thing. In an effort to be brief and simultaneously entertaining we're going to give you a little lightening round of this weeks activity...
Zo sick but an absolute champ...MLB.TV saving my life...amazing positivity at work and unbelievable bummers...some sunshine...a full inch or more growth for the Zo and endless baseball conversations every night between Dad and the Zedder...the 2nd "cycle" ever hit in Dodgers history and Justin Verlander isn't a putz after all (whew!)...Easter came and went...Grandad maybe retiring...maybe...and Cleveland Indian tickets that arrived a full three days after the game...all that and then Greg Paulus thinks he can play football at Michigan. Oh, and Mark "The Bird" Fidrych died. Yeah, it's been that kind of week.
The Zed is a talking machine these days, she freaks every time she's got some heavy pants and we're absolutely silly with smiles about that turn of events. There's a Bumbo chair in our living room now, along with this crazy Eddie Bauer Pack 'n Play thing that looks better than my first car, and to our chagrin Zoey has discovered television...She especially likes baseball games. Oh yeah, and as you may have noticed Zoey Blog aesthetics have changed...Why? Why not?
Uhmmm, thats about all. ...except for this mondo excellent pic of Dad and Zo watching the Cubs Sunday Night baseball game at Grandma's house. Zo's got enough core strength to lean and look since Dad can sometimes make a better door than he does a window...I'm guessing that Zos gonna be the kind of girl that yells, "down in front," at ball games...atta girl.
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7:49 PM
1 Comments:
I'm dying to see what she's going to look like when she has hair!!!
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