It was 2 years ago today that we found out about Papa's cancer. It changed our outlook and our perspective. We feel so blessed that he is alive and so this year we celebrated beating the odds. We ate at McDonald's...a favorite of Papa's...and then played some fun games together. I am thankful for a reason to celebrate! (And he even ate his entire Big Mac-which is an accomplishment since his medicine makes him lose his appetite).
Oh miss Zoey! Already 11 months old! She is standing a lot, but won't take more than one step. She LOVES all dogs, but mostly Wolfie and she lets him kiss her (ekk!). If she is ever sad, all I have to do is call Wolife in the room and she cheers right up. She has the cutest smile and dimple. She likes most foods but still doesn't really like to sit in her high chair. She loves playing with my keys and throws a fit if I have to take them from her. When she hears music, she'll start bouncing. You can tell if she wants something because she'll stick her arm out in the direction of whatever it is she wants. She loves exploring and crawling everywhere. She sleeps pretty good and will wake up maybe once at night. She loves her brothers, but Max is still a little too rough with her. She will let out a scream if he gets too close. Pat can make her laugh so hard by hitting her hand on his cheek, it's darling. She likes other babies, and always wants to touch them. She is still a mama's girl and doesn't like to go to strangers or be left alone. If I walk out of the room, she cries. She is a tiny little thing, weighing about 18 pounds. She melts my heart constantly. We just love her.
This is a very typical morning at our house. Zoey sharing with Wolfie and Wolfie cleaning up whatever falls on the floor. It is nice to know that I don't have to vacuum under Zoey's high chair every day. Thanks Wolf!!
