2.23.2010

Friends

I'd like to introduce you to Randy the Squirrel (yes, that's him in the picture).  He's Miss Z's new best friend.  He likes to come over and sit in his blue bowl and watch Miss Z at play or, if he has something silly to tell her, he'll sit on her shoulder and whisper in her ear.  He's pretty quiet otherwise, so we don't mind at all when he comes over.  Except he has this annoying habit of suddenly disappearing; then we can only assume that he's gone home to his nest to eat his nuts...because squirrels love nuts!  But then again, don't we all love our nuts ;-)

2.21.2010

To My Little Miss

Three years ago on a snowy Sunday morning not too different from today, you let me know you were ready to meet the world.  Even then, as we scrambled to prepare for your arrival, you did things your own way, on your own time; stubborn as all heck and refusing to be coaxed out before you were good and ready.  And then, at 2:21 pm, the miracle of modern medicine brought forth the miracle of your little smush face.

Fast forward all the joyous days of you in our lives, stubborn and funny and creative and growing up so quickly.  I love the sound of your easy laughter, your strange little dance moves, your funky sense of style.  I love that you already know your impatience and own your talents; I love you wanting to do everything and your confidence that you'll be darn good at it.  Even in your worst moments, with the screams and the tantrums and the DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA, I love your spunk, your push and pull, your new tactic of bargaining with the sweet lilt of "okay, Mom?". . . okay, Miss Z, my princess, my sweetheart, my little girl.  Happy Birthday.

2.20.2010

Easing

I can't believe it's already the end of February.  And truly, every time I mean to update this blog I'm overwhelmed by the the blank posting screen. Because the days fly by and I want to think that so much has happened, yet so little has changed.  I guess that's what they call A Good Life.  So we're easing back into this with this random picture from Miss Z's camera while I try to figure out what to say.