the inspiration

zoë is my first born. my love. my source of pride and hope. she was born on july 25th after almost 26 hours of active labour and a week and a half of pre-labour.

add to that the three months of cervical pain due to her being a footling breech and then colic for almost four months.

you get the picture. she’s perfect.

she dances for: various metal and rock bands, dora the explorer and the little people, yogurt granola bars, peanut butter, my cell phone.

she tantrums it up for: being cleaned after eating, being forced to do the thing she very much does not want to do (which changes every minute), sometimes being put to bed, being strapped into her stroller, having a poop-filled diaper, having a poop-filled diaper changed, putting sunblock on, not being given the thing she wants so very much but cannot ask for.

she now says her versions of (not in any order of importance): daddy, mommy, kitty, doggy, juice, two and three (but not one), shit, hi, hey, no, yea, all done, i did it, there it is, B, C, D, E, H, G, Q, cool, fuck (but not since the first couple times she said it and i didn’t react whatsoever - how boring is that to a kid?), bum, dora, swiper, night night, tickle, banana, toast, snack, teeth, shoe. for a 15 month old, 30 words and 4-5 word combos is pretty damn good, eh?

it’s the big brains in the big head.