FOUR (months).

Z is four, drooling, happy, gum-smiling months old! She's a pleasant and, we think, fun baby.

This last month we:

Visited Vermont family....

Maya and Zora...
Aunties Sarah, Lila and Zora (and Rachel).

We had a great visit up there and rang in spring (with the traditional Roberts Family spring picnic and burning of the wreath), but got caught in winter's last gasp on the way home-- snow, sleet, freezing rain and then just rain. A one-way total of about five hours. A couple more like that and Zora will have qualified for her learner's permit.

We've been enjoying the nicer weather following Winter's last gasp, and take a daily walk in the morning. Zora has been getting to know the people at the corner store, and various characters on the block. She's a big hit, and smiles for most everyone. Her laugher is broken, and she can only get out a few chuckles here and there. Squeals are becoming common, and long soliloquies bookend the day; one when her parents are still groggy, and one during the late-evening diaper change. Lots of "Oooohewwwwahs" and "Queeeeeahhhoooohs".

Lighting Photo Round!

Here she is on our trip to the Land of Garish Patterns.


Fresh Produce!
High-intensity nap training!
Blurry smiles! Still an elusive smiler-for-the-camera.
Like her father, Zora hates the flash.
Random tidbits: She loves bottles of all shapes and sizes. We don't know if she's a reincarnated glass blower, bottle collector or lover of drink-- or if she's all three. Her favorite so far is the Gerolsteiner fizzy water bottle, and if she's squirming while we're eating dinner, we only have to plunk the bottle in front of her. She loves it!