So I Lied.

Um, yeah. When I said, "tomorrow?" I really meant "two weeks from now."

You think I'd have learned by now. The more days that pass between postings, the more daunting the task of capturing them becomes. I have Zoë moments piled up to my earlobes right now. Here are a few tidbits from the last two weeks, in no particular order.

My favorite thing about our new "hometown" is that Tuesday afternoons are officially dubbed "Babies and Beers" at the local watering hole.


Seriously. Those are babies. In a bar.

Zoë cut her chin last week while trying to tackle this funnel.


In the bar.

We finally broke out the hiking backpack on a beautiful Saturday at Chimney Rock.


It was a happy day.


Zoë is nine months old. I feel that those nine months have lasted approximately a nanosecond and an eternity at the same time. I want to write something eloquent about this, for posterity, but words fall short. I don't know that I'll ever be able to explain the way - or just how much - I love her.


So I guess I'll just keep on collecting Zoë moments in my heart. And maybe I'll get around to sharing a few with you, too.

Maybe.

June, in a nutshell: Part I

I hope to get a series of recaps posted over the next two days; here's the first installment to whet your whistle.

It's a game. I know you like games.

The challenge? Find the common theme in the following June pictures. Find it, and you've pegged an essential component in little Zoë's daily existence; the modus operandi behind everyday forays into this new and exciting world; also, probably the reason she has a cold.

Which one of these is not like the others...

Good luck. And yes, I will address the blue Sahara Desert full-body space suit tomorrow.