3 Months and lots of pictures

When Cam and I got married my sweet friend painted a picture of "The Barn" so guests from our wedding could sign the edges. Cam and I decided then, that we wanted a painting that represents each place we live. Grandma Smith painted this from a lousy picture we gave her. It's amazing and floods me with memories of STL as I look at our first home together. I should note that we only lived in a tiny third story apartment of this house.

And now just a stream of pictures of the Zo-ster from the past couple weeks. Over the past month and really in the last two weeks, Zoe has started to develop a small bit of personality. Though I'm sure this will change and morph as she grows, it's neat to see now! 

She recognizes Cam and me now and looks to us for comfort. I noticed this when I brought her to the Doctor. As soon as our doctor started examining her, Zoe immediately looked around the room to find me. This weekend we had a ton of people in our home and though I'm sure she'll love being the center of attention some day, she looked for her daddy amidst the crowd.

I have a hunch we're going to have a sensitive little girl on our hands -- I can't quite explain it just yet, but time will tell. 

I do know she's growing! This little peanut head (40th percentile) was off the charts for her height! I love the tiny rolls she's accumulating as well.

Her babbling these days cracks me up. She just started this high pitch coo in the mornings when she's the happiest.

So far she's treated her parents well. This is the first week that she's really stealing our sleep. I think/hope it's just a growth spurt! I'm ready for the refreshed feeling after a babe has just slept the whole night through -- it's glorious!

I've enjoyed my time with her so far. Yesterday was the inaugural jog with our jogging stroller. Though it was only about 100 yards because I wasn't wearing the right gear, it made me long for runs as spring approaches. 

I love this quote from the chronicles of Narnia -- as Spring nears and Winter ends. What a beautiful longing...

“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”