The Crabby Cure

First things first: this might be my favorite picture of Z ever. But secondly, I would like to report that the Moby Wrap is the most miraculous piece of overpriced, organic, stretchy material. After a long day of 5 min cycles of wailing and general tetchiness, I stuffed her into the carseat and took her to the park, where this nice woman from the Durham Mother's listserv met me to sell me the wrap. I had considered not buying the thing, but boy howdy, that was probably the best $$ I've spent in recent years. I spent the rest of the day working and seeing that beautiful face in the picture. I've tried it in a few venues so far. At Whole Foods...she was irristable to old women. At the Christmas tree farm, she was warm, but then her nose turned red. I'll have to work on that.

Not a new Zoë Post

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First Date--the Movie

Been a long time

I should have a lot to say, but the little monkey-bean is squawking like something that squawks and I'm been trying to trouble-shoot for the past couple of hours. Perhaps it is in reaction to Mommy's consumption of vile Burger King after visiting the carnival freak show that was the Durham Walmart. This weekend we were visited by one of my oldest and dearest friends, Susan and her husband, Ken. God love them for driving all the way to NC from CT with a five month old--Finn William, who is a delight. Zoe and her betrothed didn't really interface until we finally gave them some mat time on Sunday night, and they didn't disappoint us.

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.