betty and romes
zoey and my sweet kristin
i felt ceremonious as we came into new hampshire for zoey's first time in my homeland. haha. dramatic times call for dramatic sentences dammit! but seriously, it was great to be home. we stayed with beloved friends scott and kristin in their new log cabin, which is dangerously close to ski ball playing locations weirs beach and funspot. after a 4 hour drive! normally it takes 2.5 hours, zoey was in top shape. she did very well, as i sat in the back of the car with her for part of the way in the beginning and eric sat with her in the end. we both fed her out of the bottle and shook peetee the peacock to various dance beats provided on the satellite radio. the drive took so long because of traffic, not screaming baby. we were confused.
as new parents, we brought the swing in fear of her not sleeping without it at night. as new parents, we fretted that paco (the blind cat) would jump from the coffee table two feet away into the moving swing and sit on zoey's face, thus suffocating her. we pushed aside the asinine worry and fell to sleep in a refreshingly cold room beneath a lovely artificial down covers.
as new parents, we brought the swing in fear of her not sleeping without it at night. as new parents, we fretted that paco (the blind cat) would jump from the coffee table two feet away into the moving swing and sit on zoey's face, thus suffocating her. we pushed aside the asinine worry and fell to sleep in a refreshingly cold room beneath a lovely artificial down covers.
the next day events started early with a visit from betty allyn isaiah and romeo. it was very loud and exciting. people arrived to see the new home of the jarvai (kristin and scott) and zoey too. eric suggested, in retrospect on the way home, that we should have roped off and area for zoey in her swing and charged $1.00 for photos with her. she's as cute and fuzzy as the easter bunny after all. it was the perfect day for a nursing mother like me as there was a constant large and delicious selection of food throughout the afternoon and into the evening, at our fingertips. potlucks rock.
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