Monday, August 25, 2014

Well, I'm the worst blogger to ever have lived

Dear Zoe,

You know what? We moved! And moving is stressful and time consuming and nutty and it makes you feel frazzled and just leaves very little time for blogging.

And we had a crazy fun summer and crazy fun also leaves very little time for blogging.

But here we are now and school is in full swing (um, first grade?) and we're mostly settled into our new house and things are starting to settle down.

Here's our new house. We love it.



Here's your room (that you share with Junie - her bed isn't pictured, obv).


Here's a shot of you having fun on the beach. Never mind that this skim board purchase sent you into a whirlwind temper tantrum because it wasn't YOURS ONLY. Ha. 


Here you are on your first day of first grade. Ack!


It's weird how I am just in utter disbelief that you are in first grade. You get up early and you walk to school with Gabby (we walk with you guys, of course) and you're gone all day and it's nuts. Your teacher's name is Mrs. Boetcher and you really seem to like your new school. Phew! Also, I'm so impressed with how well you read. You're reading fluently now and a year ago you were hardly reading anything at all. 

Your Aunt Jess and baby Charlie came to Michigan when we were there. That was so much fun. You just love that Charlie Coconut. I think you wish you could just pick him up and walk all over the house with him like the babysitter that you dream of being when you're older but of course he was just too tiny for that. 


The other big thing that happened is that you lost tons of teeth. You are the cutest little rascal. 


Well, I love you my sweet girl. You are hilarious and precocious and feisty and determined and persistent and willful and independent and sweet and sensitive and I just want to eat you sometimes. I guess that never wore off from when you were a chubby little baby. 

Love, 
Mom







Thursday, January 23, 2014

Zoe B 6 year old

Well...guess who is 6 going on 16? Or even 26?

Yeah, you. 

Where do I even begin? You are doing SO well in school. You LOVE it and never want to miss a day. There was a day last week that you had a fever and I told you that you had to stay home from school and you lost your mind with anger. You HAD to go to school! YOU HAD TO! I'm so happy that you love it so much. I hope that lasts a while. 

You're reading up a storm - I can't believe how much you've learned in such a short time. I also can't believe that Kindergarten is already more than half over and that you'll be in first grade next year. I guess I can't believe a lot of things. Don't want to get me started on that. I mean, Sam Brownback is our governor? Why? 

You had a great 6th birthday party at SkyZone with all of your friends. When you were smaller you used to kind of freak out about a lot of attention but man, you have really grown up. You loved every second of it. Basked in all the attention.


We have been/are traveling maniacs. We drove to Michigan for Christmas this year which was really fun. We haven't been there for Christmas EVER since you were born so it was a big treat for me. Aunt Jess was there with her cute little baby bump (you've named the baby Coconut) and you had a great time sledding with Uncle Michael.

Next we are off to France Cancisco in a few weeks for Aunt Jessie's baby shower. We're meeting Grandma Patty there - it's going to be awesome. February makes me crazy so it will good to get the heck out!


Speaking of France Cancisco, Junie and I went there a few weeks ago and it's the first time I've ever left you! Well, aside from the one night I spent in the hospital when I had Junie. I was really, really nervous about it. But you did REALLY well - you hung out with Grandpa David during the day and daddy at night and you had a blast. You're amazing. You really roll with things well when you have to. I love that.


Ok - right now I have to run and pick you up from school. It's so cold I want to freak out. I think we should move to Hawaii.

I love you so much. More than you could ever imagine.
xoxoxoxo
Chelsea Mama