Dear Zoe,
You are two years old, and it is absolutely crazy how much you have changed and grown lately. You’ve recently started going to Co-Op daycare, started jumping and doing somersaults, become fascinated with reading and writing, and singing and talking. You are always busy and high energy, and everyone thinks you’re adorable.
Dear Zoe,
You’re one year old! Your mom and I just finished giving you a bath, and now she’s nursing you to sleep while I write this. It’s hard to wrap my head around how much you’ve changed since the day you were born. I mean, it’s hard enough just to think of all the things that have changed in the last month, let alone the last year.
Zoe is one year old today! It’s hard to believe, I know. Here’s a photo I took this morning of her waving at me, and you can see all four of her teeth. And in case you feel like revisiting the event, here’s a link to Annie’s birth story and my birth story.
On Friday, our CEO was out of the office for his birthday. So we filled his office with 300 balloons. We got the helium tank from a place downtown, and it took about a half-hour for a bunch of us to inflate all 300. We found out that 300 balloons is the perfect amount to cover the entire ceiling of the office with a single layer of balloons. It looked pretty awesome.
Last night was Annie’s birthday, so she decided that she wanted to go out to a place called the Java Jive. Despite the name and the fact that the place is housed in a building shaped like a coffepot, it’s a bar. An incredibly small bar with an overwhelming amount of tacky decorations everywhere and graffiti on every surface. In short, the kind of place Annie loves. She pointed out to me that even though the bartender told her not to, she wrote something on the wall as a tribute to her friend Stacy, who died recently. Oh, and did I mention that it was a karaoke bar? Fortunately, most people sang either rock ballads (Every Rose Has A Thorn) or country songs that I didn’t know. But just so I wouldn’t feel left out, they ruined a few songs that I do like, including The Devil Went Down To Georgia, The Humpty Dance, and several Johnny Cash songs. Thankfully, they discovered that the CD with Depeche Mode’s Personal Jesus had a scratch on it before I was forced to commit murder.
Things I learned last night:
Things I will learn soon: