Zoe’s adventures are continuing, as it seems almost daily she does something she’s never done before. On Saturday she went swimming in a BIG pool for the first time! She was pretty ok with it. I mean she didn’t scream like we were actually eating her toes (like I tell her I’m going to do on a regular basis.) However, she wasn’t yelping with joy like when we sing and dance to “Rock Around the Clock.” She was quite content and liked being swept across the water, although she held on quite tightly to Zak or me and her rubber ducky. I guess she’s already learned that if there’s anything she can count on; it’s her parents and that rubber ducky. We thought that she had enough fun that we decided to go to a public pool by us tomorrow. We’ll let you know how that goes.
Yesterday, after much research, thought, and pure worry on the part of Zak, we gave Zoe Cheerios!!! Zak was simply terrified that something unspeakably horrible would happen, and was convinced that Zoe wouldn’t know what to do with a foreign object in her mouth. However, Zoe did great. Well, she did good. I guess I shouldn’t say that. I mean she didn’t choke or anything, but she had no idea what to do. It’s ironic, because she puts everything in her mouth; furniture, books, menus, the box of Cheerios at the Jewel, the shopping cart, the stairs, everything, but she seems to have no interest in putting the Cheerios in her mouth. She quickly grasped them and held them tightly, as if they might jump up and run away. She even would hold three or four in a hand. Then she’d wildly wave her arms with a huge grin and would look at us for applause. “Yea! Zoe is holding a Cheerio!” How could she want to eat the church bulletin, but not food, real food, not baby food? After providing numerous examples of how to eat a Cheerio, we would help guide her hand toward her mouth. When we finally got one it she would mush it up with her gums and smile proudly, as Zak and I were cheering wildly and encouraging her try on her own. At this point that’s where we still stand, but I would guess that by the end of the week, she might be able to eat a Cheerio by herself.
