Run off her (tiny) feet

There's so much to report this week Zozo fans!  Our tiny heroine is really growing up and is no longer the helpless little baby who arrived in Boston that freezing weekend at the end of February.  Look how wee she was way back then (but just as nosey)! 

First things first, Zoë has been busily growing her top front teeth - she now has three, which she very much enjoys grinding together with her bottom teeth.  I wonder who she got that from?!  In fact, Zoë's been busy growing all over, she's now a whopping 18lbs 2oz and all of a sudden none of her clothes fit any more.  Unfortunately Zoë isn't as much of a fan of shopping as I am, but she put up with a good couple of hours being pushed around the hellhole of Downtown Crossing whilst I bought her some new pyjamas.  That was the day she learned to do her high pitched squeal and she loved it so much she did it the whole time we were in Macy's, much to my dismay, my fellow shoppers' disgust and the store clerk's amusement. 

Zoë's also been busy on the sports and social front. We started swim class at MIT this week, of which more in a later post.  That's in addition to the swimming Zoë has been doing in the apartment complex pool with her Daddy, which she just loves.  Bizarrely our outdoor pool is warmer than the indoor pool at MIT- all those techno-geeks and they still can't get the temperature of that pool right.  No wonder the babies pee in it all the time, it's the only way they can stay warm!  

On a sad note, it was our last Isis Caterpillars class this week with our longtime mommy friends Alessia, Gi and Nor Aynne, and our legendary instructor Teresa.  I am not kidding, there was not one question (and she must have been asked hundreds over the last 6 weeks) she couldn't answer about the strange, wonderful and unnerving things our babies did.  We are REALLY going to miss going to class, Zoë because she loved playing with all the cool toys and the other babies, me because it was a chance to socialise with other new mums and discuss how we were all getting on.  Oh, and ask Teresa all those questions like, "why does my baby wait to pee until after I take her nappy off?". 

(l-r) Alessia and Ethan, me and Zoë, Gi and Samantha, Atissa and Silas, Jodi and Nicholas

This week Zoë also went on the swings for the first time.  As well as there being a "spray pool" for kids at the bottom of our street there is also a wonderful playground, with lovely views over the Charles River on one side and, unfortunately, Storrow Drive on the other.  No matter - it's clean, it's got great equipment, it's not vandalised, there is no dog shit or used hypodermics lying in the bark chippings, AND all the other mums there are super-friendly.  Seriously, can you imagine that in Swiss Cottage?  No, I thought not. 

Finally, in a dramatic but long-overdue move, tonight is Zoë's first night in her own room. It's not been a great success so far as she is well aware she's somewhere different, but we hope it'll eventually result in a better night's sleep for all concerned.  And I'll be able to read in bed for the first time since 10 November 2009!!!  Yay!