All clear! Yay!
Zora had a great visit (except for the car bits) with Auntie Stef.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Auntie Stef Came to Visit
Teeth were checked...
All clear! Yay!
Zora had a great visit (except for the car bits) with Auntie Stef.
All clear! Yay!
Zora had a great visit (except for the car bits) with Auntie Stef.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
Beach Day!
Thursday, July 5, 2007
SIX MONTHS OLD!
Hooray!!!
It's official: only six months left on our no-questions-asked return policy. So far, so good, but I'm waiting to see what happens with those ears and that hair before I make my final decision.
No, I'm only kidding. It's character! She's a keeper.
We were a travelin' family in the month of June. We visited our Western Mass fam, our Vermont fam and our O-high-in-the-middle-O fam. Zora flew (in a plane) with no complications, and drove across several states (in short chunks) with her usual protestations. She hates the car. We try to accommodate her by breaking up drives across this great land of ours into two-hour chunks (coinciding with naps, of course), but even that sometimes is too much. Inevitably she stops crying as soon as she hears the e-brake click into place, and by the time I unfold myself from the front seat, she's smiling through the leftover tears.
Some photos.
Asleep in the sunny guest room of our dear Somerville friends, saving up the shouts and accusations for the ride to Vermont.
With the VT Family.
I couldn't get a photo where everyone was looking at the camera. Here R considers her daughter's patchy curls.
Of course she was fine in Vermont and even seemed okay at the outset of our return trip. She didn't disappoint, however, and decided she'd howl and sob from the Massachusetts border to our home in the Ocean State. Good times!
Zora did well on the plane and had a good time visiting Ohio. Wherever she goes there is no shortage of people who want to hold her, and the Buckeye State was no different.
Here we are on the lawn of the beautiful Toledo Art Museum.
Here we are in an enormous and strangely beautiful cemetery in Cleveland. She's being held by her Uncle Joshua.
Here she is in an Akron restaurant that had its own special kind of beauty: a sundae bar and more types of pie than you could shake a stick at. She's being held by Nana.
And here she is on one of the two worst beds I've ever had the misery of trying to sleep on. Incredibly, they were in the same room! Comfort Inn of Akron (the one off of Market Street, right off of 77), you need to step your mattress game up.
It's official: only six months left on our no-questions-asked return policy. So far, so good, but I'm waiting to see what happens with those ears and that hair before I make my final decision.
No, I'm only kidding. It's character! She's a keeper.We were a travelin' family in the month of June. We visited our Western Mass fam, our Vermont fam and our O-high-in-the-middle-O fam. Zora flew (in a plane) with no complications, and drove across several states (in short chunks) with her usual protestations. She hates the car. We try to accommodate her by breaking up drives across this great land of ours into two-hour chunks (coinciding with naps, of course), but even that sometimes is too much. Inevitably she stops crying as soon as she hears the e-brake click into place, and by the time I unfold myself from the front seat, she's smiling through the leftover tears.
Some photos.
Asleep in the sunny guest room of our dear Somerville friends, saving up the shouts and accusations for the ride to Vermont.With the VT Family.
I couldn't get a photo where everyone was looking at the camera. Here R considers her daughter's patchy curls.Of course she was fine in Vermont and even seemed okay at the outset of our return trip. She didn't disappoint, however, and decided she'd howl and sob from the Massachusetts border to our home in the Ocean State. Good times!
Zora did well on the plane and had a good time visiting Ohio. Wherever she goes there is no shortage of people who want to hold her, and the Buckeye State was no different.
Here we are on the lawn of the beautiful Toledo Art Museum.
Here we are in an enormous and strangely beautiful cemetery in Cleveland. She's being held by her Uncle Joshua.
Here she is in an Akron restaurant that had its own special kind of beauty: a sundae bar and more types of pie than you could shake a stick at. She's being held by Nana.
And here she is on one of the two worst beds I've ever had the misery of trying to sleep on. Incredibly, they were in the same room! Comfort Inn of Akron (the one off of Market Street, right off of 77), you need to step your mattress game up.
A Declaration of Independence
So we had a very nice, damp 4th of July, with hot dogs and hamburgers at the home of Roger and Janet, the site of our wedding. All officially-sanctioned fireworks were called off for the weather.
We returned to Providence around 10:00 or so, while the city was demonstrating its usual teeter on the edge of utter lawlessness. Opening the car door was like stepping into a war zone, the air thick with firework smoke while bright explosions burst into the air from a house on every block. The occasional police cruiser rolled slowly down the city street, in passive appreciation of our neighbors' investment in thousands of dollars of illicit pyrotechnics.
We hit the hay around 11:30, while the bombs bursting in air continued indefinitely. Zora had different ideas, though. Despite repeated attempts to nurse her to sleep, I kept stirring awake as she crawled all around us. The last time, I woke to a squeal of delight and caught her STANDING, having pulled herself up on the edge of her bed. Did you hear me? I said STANDING. Damn, chile. And tomorrow is just six months.
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This evening, Z decided to stage a reenactment, to quell any doubt about her Super Baby skillz. You can follow along step-by-step, if you have a hard time with this maneuver, yourself.
and . . .
HUP!
Just in case there are still any doubters, here it is on the flip-side:
(and yes, she is trying to climb up onto the couch. Lucky for us all, she hasn't figured that out. Not this week, at least.)
Cray-Zee!
We returned to Providence around 10:00 or so, while the city was demonstrating its usual teeter on the edge of utter lawlessness. Opening the car door was like stepping into a war zone, the air thick with firework smoke while bright explosions burst into the air from a house on every block. The occasional police cruiser rolled slowly down the city street, in passive appreciation of our neighbors' investment in thousands of dollars of illicit pyrotechnics.
We hit the hay around 11:30, while the bombs bursting in air continued indefinitely. Zora had different ideas, though. Despite repeated attempts to nurse her to sleep, I kept stirring awake as she crawled all around us. The last time, I woke to a squeal of delight and caught her STANDING, having pulled herself up on the edge of her bed. Did you hear me? I said STANDING. Damn, chile. And tomorrow is just six months.
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This evening, Z decided to stage a reenactment, to quell any doubt about her Super Baby skillz. You can follow along step-by-step, if you have a hard time with this maneuver, yourself.
and . . .
HUP!
Just in case there are still any doubters, here it is on the flip-side:
(and yes, she is trying to climb up onto the couch. Lucky for us all, she hasn't figured that out. Not this week, at least.)Cray-Zee!
Friday, June 29, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Five?!
Hey! Look who it is! In soft focus and ready to start the day!Zora hit five months on the sixth, which, I realize, is a week ago. We haven't been good about keeping up with this blog, which is kind of how these things go, I gather.
Anyway, Zora is in fine fettle. She's getting long, is still lean, and has a winning personality. She's won over the folks at the corner store and is generally a hit nearly everywhere else we go. Actually, we only pretty much go to the corner store, but I'm very confident other people would like her, too.
She's very funny.
We took a trip out to an amazing old house built on a rock in Jamestown Harbor in May. There was lots going on, and you'd think, seeing as I had a camera with me, that I'd document it, but the true highlight (for me) was seeing Z strapped into her futuristic flotation device. She was puzzled by it, but put up with it for the trip back and forth.
She looks so small there, but she really is growing. And she's very strong. Her doctor says she's "motorically advanced," which R and I really like. We thought she was blowing smoke, but that's actually a word. And Zora is motorically advanced! Really! She's just about sitting up by herself, and goes up on her hands and toes. Her crawler is busted, so she just rocks back and forth and scoots backwards, but I'm predicting a leap this week.
Here she is balancing while we visited her Uncle Josh and Aunt Stew.She's only just begun tasting adult food. The criteria are texture (easily gummed) and overall parental laziness in keeping her away from it. She's pretty dogged. Anyway, tonight R gave her some avocado bits. Wondrous!
It got a mixed review. She followed it up with a napkin and the tantalizingly cool air of a Popsicle held just out of reach.
Lastly, we've really been enjoying the fine weather. We had a field day a few weekends ago in the park near us (I broke a piece of the croquet set, Z drooled all over a mallet handle), and have taken some good walks. Here we are in south county about to enjoy some Rhode Island mosquitoes.
The other big June event (so far) has been an actual baby encounter. All of a sudden Z seems to notice other babies, even if they're her in the mirror. Last week we had a walk in the park with a baby slightly older and in possession of a harder edge. Her name? Violet von Doom. Yes. And she quickly initiated Z into big-baby world. Bonus: she showed her how many "five" really is.
Some earlier photos, before the great insult:
Happier, simpler times...
Violet isn't really THAT much larger than Zora. She's a little closer to the camera. She is much more focused, though. Unfortunately for Z, that focus isn't on the other baby next to her.
This kind of snub (and the hand-to-face above) can only lead to years of enmity and rancor, but it's so damn funny now. We're going to do a complete series of baby fights before they know what's up.
BONUS VIDEO: ZORA DRIFTS IN TIME-LAPSE!
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