Archive for January, 2011

Summary of January with Wee Human

Not much has happened here in Vilas since Christmas, but I’ll give you some of the highlights.

Zoe Kate and Thena are still getting along (aka, they pretty much ignore each other until we force a baby/dog picture like this one…who doesn’t like a good baby/dog picture??).

ZK is holding her head up with increasing vigor each day.  Therefore, she has a new seat in the house…Bumpo.

Her beautiful parents.

Lesley visited from Knoxville!  Lesley and I have been close friends since we were 6 years old.  We shared our childhood days together, so you can imagine how fun it was introducing her to Zoe Kate.

Matt and I love it when other people hold Zoe Kate.  1) We don’t have to. 2) We want her to be raised by a multitude of people.  Her parents won’t be the only people she sees and listens to.  Meet Lydia…

…and Haley and Anna…

. ..and Alex (and yes, ZK is spitting up.  You would think it’s a miracle that we caught it happening RIGHT then, but truly it’s not.  She spits up 75% of her waking moments)…

Our good friends Todd and Julia Chitester came to Vilas for a couple of days in December.  Their 4 yr old Addison has an undying passion for dressing up.  Elvis is in the building.

 

How can I post a blog in the winter time without a picture of the snow?  I want all of your sympathy.

And now, a smattering of pictures of Zoe Kate.  Speaking of others raising her, a good family friend Dianne (aka, Di Di) gave her this pink corduroy dress, and Sandy Bruns (friend and parent-of-student Calvin) gave us this beautiful handmade quilt.  I love all of the colors.

 

Bathtime for chubs.

 

Party in the frog chair.

*Good friend and excellent photographer Emily Large gave me some good pointers on photo editing, which is why some of these pics are a little funky/cool (at least I think so)

Also, I thought it would be fun to make a list of some of the things I’ve learned about myself as a mom.

1.  I HATE to see my child sad.  But I LOVE it when her lower lip quivers.  I really can’t get enough of it.  What’s wrong with me??

2.  No matter what time I wake up in the morning – no matter how much sleep I’ve gotten – it hurts.

3.  I can tolerate most any gross thing now, even if it cakes on my skin all day.

4.  I’m starting to be able to block out her screaming tirades.  Good or bad?  Both, I think.

5.  Laundry taunts me.  It mocks me.  Along with our house.  Impossible to stay on top of.  And I’m ok with that right now.

6.  Babies now amaze me.  They used to bore me.

7.  Single moms are my heros.  How do you do it?

8.  I want to throw a giant dinner party for whoever invented the pacifier.  We owe you big time, Mr./Ms. Pacifier Creator.

9.  At times, I will lose my dignity trying to get a smile from Zoe Kate.  For every second she smiles, I think mine lasts at least 5 seconds.

10.  I’m even more of a germ-a-phobe.  As if that was possible.

A Big Day for ZK

As is our custom, we must document every significant event in the life of our first child.  Here is the latest…

Tender Tennessee Christmas

Amy Grant hit the nail on the head: it was, indeed, a tender Tennessee Christmas.  We drove over the mountains and thru the woods to grandmother’s (and grandfather’s…and aunt and uncle and cousin and friend’s) house in Memphis last week.  Zoe Kate received lots of love’n from…

Pege

Pops

Uncle Don

Cousin Dewey

Friend Dorothy

One of her many “grandmothers,” Anne:


…and many more! (that I never captured on photo…one of whom was her Great Aunt Kaki, when we took a pit stop in Nashville).

Babies really do bring so much joy.  Is it the hope of new life?  Is it the cuteness of their miniature features?  Is it the miracle of who they are becoming?  I’m continually blessed to see how she lights up a room…by doing absolutely nothing.  We are so grateful for the love she’s receiving.

The week was full of walks, coffees, lunches and what we Southerners call “visits” at the home.  Mom filled the house with the smell of Christmas (a liquid concoction, boiled on the stove…smells delicious, but most likely poisonous, so drink cider if you feel the urge).  Pops filled the house with his occasional “Ho Ho Ho” (you would think it was for the grandkids’ ears, but I don’t think that the phrase has ever hibernated in Christmas’ past).  On Christmas Eve, we attended the candlelight service at Second Pres.  The angelic choir, the dear friends and family sitting all around, and most of all the hope in the message of the coming King, truly do make Christmas Eve – as pastor Sandy describes – an enchanting evening.  We hope you all had a merry Christmas!  Oh, and Happy New Year!