So, where are we now? Zoë can twist like a crueller, but she can't turn over quite yet, but not for lack of trying. She smiles a lot. I'm waiting for a laugh that doesn't sound like hacking up a hairball. Someone tell me when this happens, please.
Zoë started daycare this week, which was a huge, and difficult step. I started to feel a lot better when I dropped her off the other day and two of the toddlers were leaning over her carseat and she totally snapped to attention and flashed a big smile at them--you know, after giving mommy the I-hate-the-car-seat stink-eye since putting her in at house. So, apparently, it's all good for her :)
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