Happy birthday to house...er, Zienna
As I began singing out loud a "birthday" wish to our house yesterday--because it marked three glorious months since we left the rental life behind--Kelly immediately jumped in as I finished and sang what I should have been singing, which was "Happy Birthday" to Zienna. Because yesterday, she turned six months old.
Six months. Yikes! As Zach and I were discussing last night, it's already getting a bit hard to remember what life was like before Zienna, given how involved we all are with her daily life (a BIG change from having a kid in full-time daycare, and a welcome one!). But still, six months is half a year, and I really find it hard to believe that much time has passed since Zienna's birth. Time may fly when you're having fun, but it really zips by when you're enjoying a new baby and super busy, as we have been since May.
Since it came as an afterthought that it was The Big 0.5 for Zienna, we really didn't do anything to mark the event. It was raining like crazy--and snowing in the foothills and mountains around us--but we ran a few errands anyway and, without even realizing it was a potential gift day, bought Zienna a "Taggie"--a blanket with numerous tags sewn to its border, intended to satisfy her compulsion to seek out the tag of any blanket, toy, or pillow she encounters. Other than that, it was a pretty routine day for our baby girl. A little attempted crawling, a bit of pulling herself up, and a yummy dinner of rice cereal and sweet potatoes (her current favorite, which is good, since they're what's currently up on the Wheel o' Food Introduction). Not much beyond that, aside from her first cold, courtesy of big sister, who brought it home from school.
Zienna's six-month checkup is later this week, so we'll have to see then how she's faring on the height/weight charts and development milestones. But as one who spends every day with her, I can already give you a preview (albeit one that's a bit biased): perfect.
Happy belated birthday, Zizi. You're already more a part of this family than you could ever understand!
Six months. Yikes! As Zach and I were discussing last night, it's already getting a bit hard to remember what life was like before Zienna, given how involved we all are with her daily life (a BIG change from having a kid in full-time daycare, and a welcome one!). But still, six months is half a year, and I really find it hard to believe that much time has passed since Zienna's birth. Time may fly when you're having fun, but it really zips by when you're enjoying a new baby and super busy, as we have been since May.Since it came as an afterthought that it was The Big 0.5 for Zienna, we really didn't do anything to mark the event. It was raining like crazy--and snowing in the foothills and mountains around us--but we ran a few errands anyway and, without even realizing it was a potential gift day, bought Zienna a "Taggie"--a blanket with numerous tags sewn to its border, intended to satisfy her compulsion to seek out the tag of any blanket, toy, or pillow she encounters. Other than that, it was a pretty routine day for our baby girl. A little attempted crawling, a bit of pulling herself up, and a yummy dinner of rice cereal and sweet potatoes (her current favorite, which is good, since they're what's currently up on the Wheel o' Food Introduction). Not much beyond that, aside from her first cold, courtesy of big sister, who brought it home from school.
Zienna's six-month checkup is later this week, so we'll have to see then how she's faring on the height/weight charts and development milestones. But as one who spends every day with her, I can already give you a preview (albeit one that's a bit biased): perfect.
Happy belated birthday, Zizi. You're already more a part of this family than you could ever understand!
posted by Scott at
8:25:00 AM
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I don't know if you read my post about Aidan and tags, but he can't go to sleep without rubbing one. If he doesn't have one on the neck of his pyjamas, he'll look for one in his pants. If there's not one there, he'll find one on a blanket. You can tell when he's tired, because he reaches to the back of the neck of whatever shirt he's wearing. Let me know how the Taggie works out - and where did you get it?
As for the Zizi thing, you may want to re-think that one. It's one of the few bad French words I ever learned.
And don't forget to use the Yahoo api link to refresh the RSS feed. Sometimes I don't know for two days that you've made a new post. I just happened to look here today and saw this!
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