Z-bob at 6 months. We had a photo session to celebrate. It looks like we had a great time, and when we were outside, we did, but for some crazy reason, Zoey did not like having her clothes changed multiple times. I wonder why...
When this was all over, I was completely exhausted. Making a fool of oneself to get a baby to smile should be an considered a work-out.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Zoey in the fall
I have been itching for the fall to be here, because first of all, I adore the fall. I feel like the world is breathing a collective sigh of relief after the oppressive heat of summer. I love the sound of leaves crunching underfoot and the spicy smells of fall flavors. I love that it is the beginning of the holiday season and that it is a time for families. Oh, it is a joyous time, and the second reason I have so been looking forward to it is because I am getting to share something that brings joy to my heart with someone who does the exact same thing. John and I took Zoey to her first pumpkin patch today, and she had a great time. She is her mother's daughter.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The night of nights
Last Thursday, I was privileged enough to fulfill one of my childhood dreams. That's right, folks. I attended a New Kids on the Block concert. It was everything I thought it would be and more. It was such a fantastic night. I had a blast at the concert, but I had an even better time bonding with some great girls. I dearly love precious girl time, and this was one of the best times.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Wading through poop
Tonight has been interesting to say the least.
John got a flat tire on the way home from work, so I was left to bathe Z-bob (that one is for you N.K.) by myself. Since the hurricane, I have become a pro at doing this, so it was really no big deal. I scooped up my angel and carried her upstairs while pretending to eat her cheeks and savoring the baby laugh. Once upstairs I realized that the lovely stench wafting from my daughter was a disgustingly huge dirty diaper. I plopped her on her changing table and undid her diaper and almost gagged. You would think after six months I would get used to this, but alas, I have not. Anyway, As soon as I had the diaper open, I realized that I had not one wipe upstairs. What is a mommy to do? I looked in every cabinet and drawer in her changer. Nothing. I thought about hightailing it to the poop encrusted butt to the bathroom for some toilet paper, but that brought up another sticky situation I was dealing with. The white shirt. By this time you are thinking, "oh you stupid, stupid girl. What makes you think you can wear white with a six month old?" You are right. Moms with young babies (or children of any age for that matter) should be banned from wearing white. It really is for your own good. Nothing good comes from wearing a white shirt around a baby. I digress. So the hightailing it to the bathroom was clearly out. I am okay with being covered with a lot of Zoey's excretions, but poop ain't one of them. The only thing I could think to do was grab another diaper and wipe as much of the poop off as I could. All while Zoey is trying to roll over. Needless to say, I did not manage to come out poop free, although my white shirt is still (mostly) white. After cleaning her up as well as I could, I picked her up under her armpits and held her as far from me as possible and took her to the bathroom. Imagine the poop scene in 3 Men and a Baby. That was me. I set her on counter, butt hanging over the sink so as not to smear poop on the counter and waited for the water to warm up. Zoey is having a great time through all this. At least someone is. I then sat her in the sink and rinsed her off as best I could. She did not like this part. After removing what I hoped was most of the poop, I sat her on a hand towel lying nex to the sink and constructed a makeshift diaper. While I filled her tub, I prayed that she wouldn't pee on me. She finally made it to the bathtub. Victory! The girl got fed and is now in bed, and that brings us to npw. I am about to put the sheets on my bed because, wait for it, Jack pooped on the bed earlier today. So, if I don't go upstairs to change Zoey's changing pad cover (that now has a big poop smear on it) and pick up the poopy hand towel, it's simply because I truly believe I filled my poop quota for today. But as the ever so lovely Scarlet O'Hara would say, "After all, tomorrow is another day."
John got a flat tire on the way home from work, so I was left to bathe Z-bob (that one is for you N.K.) by myself. Since the hurricane, I have become a pro at doing this, so it was really no big deal. I scooped up my angel and carried her upstairs while pretending to eat her cheeks and savoring the baby laugh. Once upstairs I realized that the lovely stench wafting from my daughter was a disgustingly huge dirty diaper. I plopped her on her changing table and undid her diaper and almost gagged. You would think after six months I would get used to this, but alas, I have not. Anyway, As soon as I had the diaper open, I realized that I had not one wipe upstairs. What is a mommy to do? I looked in every cabinet and drawer in her changer. Nothing. I thought about hightailing it to the poop encrusted butt to the bathroom for some toilet paper, but that brought up another sticky situation I was dealing with. The white shirt. By this time you are thinking, "oh you stupid, stupid girl. What makes you think you can wear white with a six month old?" You are right. Moms with young babies (or children of any age for that matter) should be banned from wearing white. It really is for your own good. Nothing good comes from wearing a white shirt around a baby. I digress. So the hightailing it to the bathroom was clearly out. I am okay with being covered with a lot of Zoey's excretions, but poop ain't one of them. The only thing I could think to do was grab another diaper and wipe as much of the poop off as I could. All while Zoey is trying to roll over. Needless to say, I did not manage to come out poop free, although my white shirt is still (mostly) white. After cleaning her up as well as I could, I picked her up under her armpits and held her as far from me as possible and took her to the bathroom. Imagine the poop scene in 3 Men and a Baby. That was me. I set her on counter, butt hanging over the sink so as not to smear poop on the counter and waited for the water to warm up. Zoey is having a great time through all this. At least someone is. I then sat her in the sink and rinsed her off as best I could. She did not like this part. After removing what I hoped was most of the poop, I sat her on a hand towel lying nex to the sink and constructed a makeshift diaper. While I filled her tub, I prayed that she wouldn't pee on me. She finally made it to the bathtub. Victory! The girl got fed and is now in bed, and that brings us to npw. I am about to put the sheets on my bed because, wait for it, Jack pooped on the bed earlier today. So, if I don't go upstairs to change Zoey's changing pad cover (that now has a big poop smear on it) and pick up the poopy hand towel, it's simply because I truly believe I filled my poop quota for today. But as the ever so lovely Scarlet O'Hara would say, "After all, tomorrow is another day."
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Happy Day
My 27th year has started with a bang. If my birthday was any indicator of the upcoming year, this year is going to be spectacular!
This year I decided to celebrate my birthday for a whole month, so Sept. 6-Oct. 6 was declared my "Birthday Month." Basically all I did was tell people it was my birthday month and buy myself lots of presents. I highly recommend this to anyone. It was great fun.
The day of my actual birthday, Kelly spent the night so she got up with Zoey and John and I sleep. Oh glorious sleep. When I woke up, Kelly and Zoey had decorated the house with streamers.
They woke me up with poppers and birthday hats. 
I then got to open presents from Kelly, Zoey and John. Zoey helped me open them. It was great. I was very spoiled. When I went to school, all my classes sang happy birthday to me, and I got enough hugs to last until my next birthday. After work, Kelly and Zoey surprised me with a cookie cake. Then, Kelly watched Zoey, and John and I had a romantic dinner at Chez Nous. It was one of the best birthdays ever.
Zoey and I doing a little more celebrating. She is looking at me like "If you thought that getting older meant being more mature, just check out my mom. She's crazy."
My sweet family on my birthday.
Sweet little Kelly girl exahausted from working so hard to make my day so great.
This year I decided to celebrate my birthday for a whole month, so Sept. 6-Oct. 6 was declared my "Birthday Month." Basically all I did was tell people it was my birthday month and buy myself lots of presents. I highly recommend this to anyone. It was great fun.
The day of my actual birthday, Kelly spent the night so she got up with Zoey and John and I sleep. Oh glorious sleep. When I woke up, Kelly and Zoey had decorated the house with streamers.
They woke me up with poppers and birthday hats. 
I then got to open presents from Kelly, Zoey and John. Zoey helped me open them. It was great. I was very spoiled. When I went to school, all my classes sang happy birthday to me, and I got enough hugs to last until my next birthday. After work, Kelly and Zoey surprised me with a cookie cake. Then, Kelly watched Zoey, and John and I had a romantic dinner at Chez Nous. It was one of the best birthdays ever.
Zoey and I doing a little more celebrating. She is looking at me like "If you thought that getting older meant being more mature, just check out my mom. She's crazy."
My sweet family on my birthday.
Sweet little Kelly girl exahausted from working so hard to make my day so great.
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