Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Are There Kinder Words Than These?

Definition of sweet: my six year-old neighbor.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Deep Summer

Two months ago yesterday, our sweet daughter came into the world. Making me a mom, Micah a dad, and aunts, uncles, and grandparents out of a lot of other people. Since then it has truly been a summer like no other--particularly blissful and full of moments that I'm trying so desperately to capture in one way or another. There is so much to remember about now and I'm afraid of what I'll forget. Some of my favorite moments are in the mornings when Z wakes up (smiling) and we snuggle on the couch in the quiet and have little else to worry about. The thought of busier days ahead where other responsibilities take me away from her makes me kind of sad. But I know the future will be full of other special moments for us. For now, we are making the most of each day. Which ironically is often by trying to do the least. 

So grown up already! Z is holding her head up very well most of the time now, makes lots of cute noises, and carries on conversations with us about the federal deficit her chicken toy, foreign policy her Eeyore toy, and state partisan issues her patchwork snail toy.

We've taken her out in public to meet a lot of different people, and usually she's quite congenial. She's starting to develop the baby reaction informally known as "You're not my mom!" but still allowed little Lukas to hold her for a brief time. Is there anything cuter than a 7 year-old boy who very much wants to hold your baby?

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

We've Got an Eight-Weeker

And she's pushing the limits of cute into the stratosphere!

We are now at eight weeks, and Zanna's personality is really starting to show! And the smiles when doled out are now sometimes accompanied by random vocalizations that are pretty cute and entertaining. She's started to look at some of her toys for real instead of looking through them into the distant beyond (e.g. turquoise plush chicken, chime-embedded Eeyore, and dangling pink and lime green teething ring), and even bats at them on occasion. 

And then decides she's done with them and starts crying. 

Ah, the honesty of baby emotions. We've had our fun and now we're done! I hear myself saying this to her a lot lately whenever she decides "That was great, but this thing we are doing has now become boring! Show me something new!" And honestly, I love how everything I can show her is new and how it creates all sorts of connections for her. Including show tunes belted out with no shortage of theatrics. 

I mean why not. 

And I may not be a native French speaker, and it may make no difference whatsoever, but I also find myself saying random things to her in French. 

Ca va, mon petit bebe ?
Que tu es mignonne ! 
Ou est ton copain Gus ?

 I leave you with three seconds of Z: 



 cri !