Zoe turns 9 months old tomorrow! Can you believe that? It seems like just yesterday I was taking her into the room at the hospital where the nurses cleaned her off and took prints of her cute little feet. Those feet have grown tremendously since that day. Zoe crawls, pulls herself up, talks (she loves saying ‘dada’). There is about 18inches between both of our couches in the living room and she is now pulling herself up at the end of one and lets go thinking she can make it to the other one and sways for a moment and then sits down, then she does it over again. She is this close to walking, I can feel it.

Stephanie took Zoe with her last weekend while she was looking for a formal dress for work. You can see Zoe has some cookie in her mouth, and yet she has the biggest smile on her face. Nom Nom.  Some say she is the best baby. I have to agree. What isn’t there about her you can stand? I mean even if she has figured out how to fight sleep at 10pm and cries, bawls, kicks, grabs, and pushes her bottle away, that just means I know where she got her temper from!

Happy 9 months, Zoe Grace Sister Nuthead Spider-Pig Whitlock. I love you.