The Zoey Blog: Missing the forest for all those damn trees...and leaves FINAL - COVER UNIVERSE EXPLORERS ORDER


Friday, November 20, 2009

Missing the forest for all those damn trees...and leaves

Zo-Mom-leaves

Sometimes you get so busy that you forget all of the little stuff that happens, all of the important little details that make up every day, and before you know it the stories are gone... the memories passed away, and the only way you can shed any light on them is by waking up at 5:30 in the morning and reminiscing over a random sheet adjustment. I think we need a higher thread count or a sleep apnea clinic.

Here's a quick list of Zoey-centric happenings that we may have forgotten to mention:

Zoey has eight teeth now...eight! Four on the top and four on the bottom...

Zo's been sleeping through the night for a week now...

She's been an absolute chatterbox lately. There's hardly a minute out of every day that she isn't yapping to us or herself...

Zoey smashed her lip on the edge of a cardboard box and got her first fat lip. It looked kinda cool if you ask me...

The Zedder dropped a poop in the tub and it freaked her out completely...

Somehow Zo's established some etiquette around Debu...she's actually quite gentle with him now...

She can now climb on top of rubbermaid containers and other assorted things and is smart enough to turn around and back herself, feet first, off of things...including the couch. It freaks us out.

Just yesterday Zoey went and grabbed her diaper bag and handed it to June. She wanted her diaper changed...meanwhile, June wanted an explanation for the precociousness of her first born...

She's mastered the first couple steps of the walking without support routine but she bails out after a couple of steps and opts for the crawl and scootch method instead...to expediate her trip perhaps...

Just like Debu, if the fridge is open she HAS to come over and check out what's inside. The difference is that she has opposable thumbs and wants to pull things out...

Her hair seems to have frozen in time...

She likes the taste of fallen leaves...

She likes watching the geese fly by outside. She'll point at them and ramble on, complaining about how she wished she had a gun we assume, or something about all of the goose shit on the beach...either/or...


I'm sure there's more but I hear shuffling coming from the funster's room and it's probably time to ogle Ann Curry anyway.

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