Ok, so first... a gripe.
SOME PEOPLE!! Why is it that whenever we have a lovely, warm sunny day - no matter what day of the week, no matter what season of the year - the person down at the end of the block with a maroon Cadillac thinks that the whole neighborhood wants to listen to their crappy hip-hop/rap/r&b with the bass turned up so loud that it rattles our windows?? What is that about? Do they have no consideration for others? Do they honestly think that we all love to hear their crappy music as much as they do? Do they really have that much confidence in their musical tastes??? And another thing, how does he/she (it's different people) stand to be in the car with the music playing that loud? Are they deaf?
I know. I'm seventy-five. This in combination with my love for Jeopardy over dinner and Sudoku before bed should qualify me for AARP.
Anywhoo, the real purpose of this post is to share something I put together to show off Zoe's people. There is a pink dress wall-hanging with criss-cross ribbons on it which hold pictures that has been passed back and forth between me and Sherry over the past few years. Most recently, I brought it home with me. I started sifting through my vast library of photos to pick out some pics of our close family and friends so that I could hang it in Zoe's room and get her acquainted with their names now that she is talking, and since we don't see a lot of our family members because they live so far away. The day before we left for our most recent vacay to Montana* I finally just printed what I had so far and put it up. Here is how it turned out:
Cute, huh? So far, she points out and says DeeDee, Shasha, Doggie, Daddy, Mommy, Papa, MeowMeow, and she's almost got Gigi. This is not completely reliable, but each of these has happened plenty of times. One time early on, she pointed out all three pics of Shasha and said her name each time, clear as day. She hasn't seen her in almost six months! We are still working on Grandma (first and foremost!!), Uncle John, Aunt Jess, Uncle Andrei, Aunt Sherry, Pop-pop, MaryLee, and Auntie Christina.
And now, I present the disclaimer:
I spent lots of time pouring over my thousands of photos trying to find pictures - and equal amounts of pictures - of the people that love Miss Zoe. Finally, I had to stop and just put it up for her so that we didn't lose any more time. If you do not see your picture, or enough pictures of you, or you don't like the picture(s) I'm using, help me out! Send me one! It just means that I ran out of time, or lost a photo that you sent to me.
*Our flights to and from Montana went swimmingly. Zoe was a champion jet-setter, and we managed to fenagle a seat for her on every leg (2 each way) except for one, during which she slept anyway. The only one that was a little touch and go was the last flight into SFO at 11pm. She had a hard time getting to sleep because she was so overtired (it was 9:30pm), and then was quite angry at us for waking her up at 11:30pm so that she could eat and drink on the descent to prevent her ears from hurting. Zoe's Travel Toy Tote did come in handy on the way back to SF, and kept her busy for a full 2 hours plus! Yahoo!
How creative! I love it. Zoe is lucky to have such an artsy and musical mama. xoxo
Posted by: Catherine | October 06, 2008 at 01:37 PM
On Bush St here in SF, I am 85 and cursing the speed with which inconsiderate folks in their taxicabs or batmobile BMWs hurtle by. I shook my fist at one just this morning.
Posted by: Catherine | October 06, 2008 at 01:39 PM