Oops.

Zoe has a bit of thrush, so I'm supposed to boil her pacifiers every day. But I didn't stop there. If boiling them is good, then melting them onto the pan must be better, right? I'm awesome.

Chelsea in 1976

Striking resemblance?

We're home!

We're home and SOOO glad to be back. Zoe got sick and man, it's hard to be away from home with a sick kid. Of course, since she's Zoe, she was the happiest little sick baby on the block. Lots to report. I'll put up a proper post tomorrow, but til then here are some teasers to bring you back:

1. She sits up - on her own!

2. TEETH!

3. I have a picture of Zoe in a super-baby outfit...cape included!

4. NEVER take road trip with a baby in a Honda Element if you have ANY other option!

Update

So much to post! But so busy! Exclamation Point!

- Leaving Thursday mid-day for Illiopolis, Illinois, for Zoe's "Uncle" John Mark's wedding. First trip with baby - lots to (over)pack

-"Aunt" Martinique visited over the weekend - pictures to post as soon as I get them uploaded. Lots of fun

-Zoe's 5 and 1/2 months now

-Martinique found this strikingly similar blog about another 5 month old baby named Zoe B...only she's French

-Zoe put her arms out and reached for me - first time

-Aunt Jess coming to visit again in a few weeks

Promise I'll get it together and post new pictures before we leave on Thursday. PROMISE.

I don't even know me anymore

I am not a girly girl. I rarely dress up, rarely wear makeup. I let the hair on my legs grow out way too long. I was a tomboy as a child - the only reason I could see for wearing a dress as a kid was so that I could more easily pee outside.

I wasn't going to dress Zoe up in a bunch of frilly, girly, pink crap. I told everyone "no pink!" and my mother-in-law joked that I was going to turn Zoe into a butch lesbian.

I used to make fun of my friend Stephanie for being so into girly clothes for her daughters...I even went as far as to refer to her as Gymboree's bitch. I am not proud.

Especially not now.

Not after what happened yesterday. The day I went into Gymboree and bought oodles of VERY GIRLY clothes for my baby girl. I have given in because she just looks so freakin' cute in pink. I bought stuff I would have never guessed I would like or want for Zoe.

WHO AM I?

I guess the floodgates have been opened. But that does not mean frills and lace - it means clothes that could not be mistaken for a boy's. You mark my words. I'm toeing the line, but I am not crossing over into frills and lace. I still have some pride left.

Lunatic Mother on the Loose

So, today Zoe had her 2-month checkup at the doctor's office. The good news is that she's healthy as can be - weighing in at 12 lbs, 2 oz and measuring 24.5 inches (90th percentile for weight and 95th percentile for height). The doctor said that her poop looked good (I warned you this is the kind of thing I'm going to talk about on this website and if you don't like it there are plenty of websites out there that might appeal to you...like this and this) and that I could reintroduce milk (I went directly to Starbucks for a latte). The bad news is that she had to get some shots and I was A TOTAL BASKETCASE.

Honestly, I was nearly in tears in the car on the way there. I have never in my life felt more like an animal in nature - having a baby brings out such strong instincts. I feel like a bear. The instinct to protect my child is so strong that I am acting like a total lunatic. The ride to the doctor's office consisted of me calling everyone in my inner circle to try and get talked down off the ledge because I honestly felt like I was throwing my kid under the bus. I was going to willingly hand her over to someone that would hurt her and that just goes against what every cell in my body is telling me to do - protect my baby. Yes, in getting Zoe vaccinated I am protecting her, but that's higher-level thinking of which I am only sometimes capable.


Like most things in my life that I get all worked up over, it turned out to be less than a big deal. I left the room for the shots, I heard her yelp once and that was it. When I went back in she was just as content as ever and my husband was (and this is something to which I am quite accustomed) looking at me like, "See? NO BIG DEAL."

But I am a bear and there is no reasoning with a bear.