The High Chair

At her six-month check-up, Zoe weighed in at 17 pounds and measured 25 inches long.  Everything met with the doctor's approval.

Zoe now has her high chair and she's starting on solid foods.  Oatmeal and rice agree with her, and she's trying carrots now.  Next we're going to try putting some chimichangas and enchiladas into the food processor and feeding the results to her.

Zoe is very interested in the cats now, as you can see in the pictures with Wednesday.  Meanwhile, Pugsley has decided the bassinet is his turf.

The Professional

The professional shots of Zoe finally came in.  Vladimir the photographer (no relation to Vlad the Impaler) dropped them off today.  They turned out well, though I don't blame Zoe for looking a little, uh, dyspeptic in the last shot.  I'd react the same way (or worse) if I had to wear a hat like that.

Cousin Caren visits

Despite some mention of a "snatch-and-grab" operation, Cousin Caren's visit to see Miss Z. was largely uneventful.  Zoe strutted her stuff, showing off her ability to scarf down formula, flashed that million-dollar smile, and otherwise behaved like her usual smiley self.  I wanted to get a shot of her putting a beating on that cow worthy of a Soprano, but I didn't get any good action shots.