Cruising with Zoë

Zoë contintues to astound us with her patience and flexibility (which applies to both her attitude and the fact that she has finally found her feet). We drove 5 hours each way to Baltimore this weekend with nary a meltdown. She even had the courtesy to explode with poo at a rest area, rather than in the car seat. She did however, spend an hour bathing us in Bronx cheers on Friday night, which I suppose was an editorial comment on her experience?