Did I Say Peter Lorre?

I'm sorry, I meant Zero Mostel.

In all seriousness, our baby has been enjoying her first month, despite the acne and the balding pate. What can I say? She's very much her father's daughter-- I'm a pro when it comes to thinning hair and face spots. My mother tells me I had acne as a baby, and my youngest sister had it, and I even passed it on to my older daughter, so I guess it runs in the family. Yay!

Some random photos of the last week or so. She's been packing it on (9 lbs. 9 oz. at the one-month check-up) and is developing quite a personality. It's very much like having a little at-times-bellicose roommate you have to appease: you tip-toe, you soothe, you clean up after. Of course, R and I are horrible cleaners, and our apartment, specifically the kitchen, fell into a collegiate-level state recently, but we've got it back now thanks to a visit from R's mom. She usually dandles the baby while we clean, but the baby just slept and slept, so we ALL cleaned. One definition of shame is watching your mother-in-law exclaim at what's under the coffee maker.

We’re doing a baby-naming ceremony this weekend, fittingly late, I might add, and Zora’s going to meet her other grandmother, her great uncle, Auntie Stef and Uncle Manny AND her older-by-14-years sister.


PS. I realize I overused the hyphen here. Forgive me, I’m tired.

I kind of like this jacket. It's very "That Girl."



Zora is a mighty sleeper like both her parents.

(R adds: Notice Z likes to keep the cell close by for late-night shout-outs to her peeps.)