First neck control, then mirth!

Ignore mom's lame-o observations. I need to learn how to edit in an appropriate soundtrack so no one has to listen to any of my commentary.

Zoë's First Vacay

So my little bundle of snot and I took a little vacation this weekend. We went to the mountains with Tracy, Amy, Ingrid, Betsy, and Karen. We stayed here:



Thank you Bucky Fuller, for creating this insanely wonderful house. The acoustic's strange, the art was fabulously strange, the hot tub great, but the stairs, leading up to them...slippery.

Z wore this wonderful outfit, of which I am particularly proud of putting together:



Later, she projectile vomited on every piece of it. How delightfully thorough of her.

So, things went well, the gaggle of Aunties were wonderful to Z and me, letting me sleep in and go in the hot tub...of doom. The second night we were there I slipped in mmy bare feet on the wooden stairs and broke my pinky toe on my left foot. Thankfully, Ingrid remembered how to drive stick and drove us back to Durham. Seriously, did I really need to make life with a newborn more difficult? Apparently I needed the challenge. The Aunties were good enough to pick up even more of my slack as I sat in a chair directing them. Sigh.

Another positive was that we did a short hike at Grayson Highlands where there are wild ponies:



So the weekend was a success...mostly...the toe thing, not so much.

Baby! Now with added neck control!

I'm publishing this without saying anything interesting right now, but will edit later :) We three have been sick and I feel even less pithy than usually.