Baby Zoe,
At 8 months you've been to the movies. In a big theater, with a huge screen, you watched The King's Speech. Tuesday mornings are Baby Days at the Alamo Theater. I was off that day, so the three of us girls- you, me, and Grandma Roza went to the movies. You were excited during the previews and the introduction. Once the movie started, you fell asleep in my arms, and stayed so for the entire show. My Zoe that never sleeps closed her eyes and got some rest. I think most babies were asleep. Dark room, parents' cozy arms, humming surround sound... We should do this again.
Kiss,
Mommy
Monday, March 21, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Our lunch dates
Baby Zoe,
We moved into a house farther away from work, and I can't make it home to feed you at lunch. If there's a will, there's a way. And there's Grandma Roza. Every day this week she took the bus to bring you half way between home and work. She is annoyed and amused by the unhelpful people riding and driving the bus. She is lucky if there is a Mexican on board, because they are the only ones to help her juggle folding the stroller, carrying you, the bag, and paying the fare. We meet outside the supermarket by our old apartment. I park the car and run to you, waving my arms, yelling "Zoe," "Zoe." You smile, and shake your arms, happy. After our reunion kisses, we sit at the picnic table and start with the milk. Then we move on to your homemade baby food. When done, we check out the big green watermelons piled outside, and tap them with our hands to listen to "tok" "tok" "tok." Then it's time for me to leave. I remind you that we will meet in the evening, after work. I wave many goodbyes as I walk backward to my car. You and Grandma wait for the bus. At first you smile. I don't know what happens after I get in the car. I wish you knew that I have to go.
Love,
Mommy.
We moved into a house farther away from work, and I can't make it home to feed you at lunch. If there's a will, there's a way. And there's Grandma Roza. Every day this week she took the bus to bring you half way between home and work. She is annoyed and amused by the unhelpful people riding and driving the bus. She is lucky if there is a Mexican on board, because they are the only ones to help her juggle folding the stroller, carrying you, the bag, and paying the fare. We meet outside the supermarket by our old apartment. I park the car and run to you, waving my arms, yelling "Zoe," "Zoe." You smile, and shake your arms, happy. After our reunion kisses, we sit at the picnic table and start with the milk. Then we move on to your homemade baby food. When done, we check out the big green watermelons piled outside, and tap them with our hands to listen to "tok" "tok" "tok." Then it's time for me to leave. I remind you that we will meet in the evening, after work. I wave many goodbyes as I walk backward to my car. You and Grandma wait for the bus. At first you smile. I don't know what happens after I get in the car. I wish you knew that I have to go.
Love,
Mommy.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Shatter time
Hi Baby Zoe,
It's that time of your development. You reach and pull everything you see. We've been grabbing bottles and plates from your grip, and putting them away from your reach. You like to put the bottles in your mouth and pretend to drink like a grown up. Last night, you managed to break your first glass. After dinner, Papa and I went to the laundromat because the dryer at home wasn't working. A lot of things don't work at home. I'd like to mention this, so in the future when we look back to this blog entry, hopefully we'll smile and see how far we have come. But I digress...
When we came home, there was a shattered glass on the floor. Grandma said that "it" pulled the table cloth and and there flew the glass. I thought she meant the cat, since in Turkish there is no grammatical gender, but turns out it was you. My baby Zoe. This is one of many broken glasses to come.
Love,
Mommy
It's that time of your development. You reach and pull everything you see. We've been grabbing bottles and plates from your grip, and putting them away from your reach. You like to put the bottles in your mouth and pretend to drink like a grown up. Last night, you managed to break your first glass. After dinner, Papa and I went to the laundromat because the dryer at home wasn't working. A lot of things don't work at home. I'd like to mention this, so in the future when we look back to this blog entry, hopefully we'll smile and see how far we have come. But I digress...
When we came home, there was a shattered glass on the floor. Grandma said that "it" pulled the table cloth and and there flew the glass. I thought she meant the cat, since in Turkish there is no grammatical gender, but turns out it was you. My baby Zoe. This is one of many broken glasses to come.
Love,
Mommy
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