5am December 14, 2007

Zoe has finally recovered her equilibrium from the trip to Alta. After three nights of short cap naps, stubborn daytime sleeping, and general crankiness, she slept 7 hours straight. I was woken by Max's alarm, convinced something was terribly wrong. I rushed/stumbled down the stairs and into her room to discover a sleepy and content little Zoe just starting to wake up. After lavish kisses and praise as to what a wonderful, super smart (everything is relative and for new parents a baby that can sleep for more than 3 hours at a time is "super smart") little baby she was, I started the daily routine of changings and feedings.

I hoped this was the start of a routine, but alas it was not to be. She was back to 3 hour sleep cycles the next night, but tonight she was up to 6 hours. I think she likes to keep me on my toes. She's so cute and cuddly though I don't really care. Newborns must ooze pheremones or agonists of some sort that affect a special receptor in the brains of their parents, bending us effortlessly to their will. Maybe little babies are more like mind controlling parasites, now that I think of it, more similar to the "zombie snail" phenomenon.

It really is impossible to resist Zoe, especially when she's all dressed up. Surprisingly, I was never one to play dress up with dolls as a child. Here is Zoe in her new kimono which we received as a gift from Japan.



Zozo crying since she doesn't actually like playing dress up.





Zozo after being bribed with milk-much happier in her kimono now!