9 Months Old!

Dear Phoebe - 

Happy 9 month birthday!  We had a checkup today and you are weighing in just under 21 lbs and 28 inches long.  90th percentile for weight and 50-75th percentile for height.  Such a healthy girl.  I knew before even weighing you that you are outpacing your sister because a lot of her clothes she wore at this time don't quite fit you.  Makes sense because you love to eat!!

You still don't have much hair and you have boxy little feet- not many shoes fit you!  Thats okay because you aren't attempting to walk just yet.  You are pulling yourself up on your knees a little, but that is as brave as you get.  

You did not have shots today because tomorrow you are having some laser surgery to help reduce the redness around your eye and mouth, we need you in tip top shape!

xoxo, the mama

Zozo says

Dear Zoe, I don't want to forget the hilarious things that you say on a daily basis, so in order to remember, I am going to start writing posts called Zozo says...

Some of the funny remarks you make cannot fully be captured without actually hearing it, but hopefully this will help me at least remember.

"Mama, I have a tummywake!"

"When I grow up, I want to be a rockscotch!" (rockstar)

"So, mom...I want to talk about sumting"  What do you want to talk about Zozo?  "I dunno, will you help me think of sumting to talk bout?"

"What are you watching mama?"  The Today Show.  "BOOOORING."  (kind of your new catchphrase)

"I need sumting for my mouth!"  (aka, I am hungry)

Zozo, you are so cute.  "I am." Always so humble.

Are you okay Zozo?  "I fink so."

When you are older and can pronounce words perfectly, I will remind you of how cute you were at age 2.  (For the most part...)

xoxo, the mama

8 months old!

Dear Phoebe,

Since I was late last month, it has only been 2 weeks since our last photoshoot, so not a lot is new. Whoops, mom.  But I am back on track this month and actually got the photos taken AND the blog post up ON your 8 month birthday.

You continue to be an absolute joy- we all love you so much.  My favorite part of the day is when you wake up in the morning, most often saying "mmmmmama, mmmmmmama" and you are so excited to see me.  Sometimes you roll straight across your crib to get to me as fast as you can.  The sweetest.

xoxo, the mama

7 Months Old!

Dear Phoebe- Happy 7 month birthday!  (2 weeks late this time, sorry baby girl).  You seem to grow every time I get you up from a nap!  Pictures this month were a bit more difficult than months past, because you do NOT like to stay still.  Such a little wiggleworm!

Here's my favorite outtake from our photoshoot- showing off your chompers!

xoxo, the mama

This face...

Must be hereditary because both of you girls do it.   

 


xoxo, the mama

Giggles and smiles and all things happy

Dear Phoebe (aka Pheebs, aka Pheebadoo, aka Goosey, aka Honkers), You are The. Smiliest. Baby. Ever.  Seriously, I come in to get you in the morning - all smiles.  We eat breakfast- giggles galore.  Changing the diaper- laughing all the while.  I hope this is a glimpse into your future disposition, because this mama can't get enough of you.  

I take dozens of pictures of you everyday, and when I go back to edit the ones where you aren't happy- there are hardly any to be deleted.  My favorite is when you start to giggle hysterically and you arms and legs flail around.   

Mama and Pheebs, smiling of course

Loving kisses on those cheekys!

Eating spinach for lunch and happy as can be

xoxo, the mama

Hair cut!

Dear Zoe, this week I took you to get your very first haircut.  I have been resisting the urge to get it cut for months now but not sure why I was, it was long overdue.  You were such a big girl at the salon.  You got to pick out a movie to watch, you sat very patiently while the lady cut (and blow dried!) your hair.  You walked away with a new toy and a balloon.  Pretty nice deal.

Pretty girl getting her hair done

Zoe's new do

I think part of the reason why I didn't want to get it cut was because I felt the need to preserve some of your babyhood.  These days, with your strong opinions and wild imagination, it seems like you are growing up leaps beyond your 2 years.  But then there are little glimpses into how little you are like how you call elevators "alligators" and how you ask me to make you a scooby (smoothie) but call your scooby doo toothpaste "smoothie doo" that remind me that you are still my little baby girl, and always will be.  

xoxo, the mama