I know, I know, it's been awhile since the last report. But hey, it's
summer and there's the garden screaming for attention and soccer
practice to go to and Zelly, of course, growing everyday.
I don't know exactly how much she weighs but she's probably
close to 10 lbs. We'll go in next week for a checkup and I'll send
out a quick update then. She's healthy and happy and sleeping from
9:30 pm to 6 am every night -- yahoooo!
She knows how to roll over from her belly to her back, from both right
and left. Once she's on her back she's not in a hurry to roll back
over -- she's usually happy where she is and she can see what's going
on. She's very strong now, holding her head up high when she's on her
tummy, standing tall on her legs when we hold her on our laps. She's
very clever with her hands and can manipulate her toys from one to the
next. Of course, everything must meet the mouth and her favorite
thing right now is anything made of cloth. Her shirt, her blankie,
her bibs, her moms' shirt collars... you get the picture. Within
seconds of getting sucked into her tractor beam the object of her
desire is soaked with slobber.
She's at another milestone tonight, sleeping in her crib instead of
the bassinet in the living room. She doesn't know it yet, she was
asleep when I put her to bed. Just hope she doesn't freak out too
badly when she wakes up... she probably won't, I made sure she was
holding a blankie, and that's one of the things that comforts her
lately.
I'm not sure who she got all that charm from (Dad?...) but she can
flirt with the best. She's got this coy little move where she smiles
and then turns her head. And, wow, does she have a smile. With her
smile and her big blue eyes, most people fall in love at first sight.
I've been working on capturing that smile with the camera and it's
hard because she wonders why I'm hiding behind it and stops smiling to
look for me.
Some of you already know that my Grandma Hazel died this week.
We went to the memorial and Zelly was at her charming best.
She was decked out in her cream satin dress with matching diaper cover
(thanks to Bob and Sarah Simon). She behaved quite well and was quiet
and attentive throughout the service. She did get hungry halfway
through, which I anticipated. She downed her bottle with her
customary gusto and I propped her up on my shoulder for a burp. I'm
sure she was quite a sight -- little angle in satin, big eyes looking
all around at the people sitting behind me. The minister was partway
through his sermon and paused. Right on queue our little angel cut
loose a burp that a football player would have been proud of. As it
echoed through the church, my cousins, sitting behind us, struggled to
contained their giggles. Ahhhhh, what a little angel our Zelly is,
and so unconcerned about social propriety, how refreshing.
And elsewhere in the state, my sister is possibly in labor right now.
Cyndi -- Zelly is quite excited at the prospect of having an
innocent little cousin that she can corrupt with her older ways. She
can definately be the burp coach, and help in flirt training. Good
luck, Cyndi and Joe and Rascal, hope you don't have to push too hard
or for too long and hope you have a wonderful birth experience.

Even an action girl like Zelly has to rest sometimes and mommy's shoulder is a good place to rest and prepare for the next adventure.

"Oh, Piglet, do you know when the Telly Tubbies are on? Have you seen the remote?"
... this is one of those shots where you can see how much bigger she is. This was taken when she was about 4 months old. Compare that to the original Zelly and Piglet picture, taken when she was still in the hospital.