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