|Happy Seven Months Zo-Zo!|
I still can't seem to get it through my head that she often (for a baby, anyway) wants to be set down. She's not really a cryer, so when she does fuss I hold her, and pat her, and rock her and and generally try to physically comfort her. And many, many times she doesn't soothe until I put her down. Or, visa versa - if she is playing on the floor by herself and she starts to whimper I pick her up only to realize that she really just couldn't reach her toy. I CAN'T GET USED TO THIS. It's so different than with Leo. The girl is an independent woman.
|Look what I can do!|
Zoe's show stopper these day is clapping.
She recognizes the "If You're Happy And You Know It" song and happily claps along (even on the stomp your feet verse.)
|She is strong like bull|
She still adores Leo and wants him to pay attention to her at all times but is beginning to set some boundaries by protesting when his hugs are too tight or he grabs a toy that she was playing with.
She's in that wonderful stage where she will fall asleep anywhere - which means she is often napping in the ergo, in the stroller, in my arms while we go out and do things that are fun for her brother.
Zoe had what was either a pretty nasty cold or the flu early in the month. Cough, congestion, fever. It was pathetic, but she never lost her spunk. The whole family got it. Now Leo has a stomach bug and I'm braced to see who else in the household succumbs.
It's crazy cold this week - too cold to brave going anywhere unnecessary (which works out since we are on self-imposed quarantine until the stomach bug runs it's course.)
Ok, this is getting fragmented and random. Time to sign off. Hello midnight. Goodbye computer.
Happy seven months my little bug.
|My future is so bright...|
|Someday I'll take a picture of this room|
when all the toys are put away....
|"Can I hold Zoe?"|
|Sack of potatoes|
|No one is immune to my story time magic|