Last night Zoe and I went to visit her aunt, uncle and grandma. Cousin Micah is still in the NICU growing stronger and putting on some fat. Which really sounds like a marvelous vacation to me. Bright sun, excess food and rest. Although I'm not too keen on "vacations" with ICU in their destination. Been there, done that. It ain't fun.
We went to visit and make sure Aunt Bevie was doing okay. It's hard to leave the hospital without your bundle-o-joy in tow. I think I cried for the first week straight and then the tears usually stopped about a block away from the hospital after that. The guilt, it never quit.
Zoe went because she's pure entertainment that you can't pay for and she also needed a good look at Micah's room. She said she needed to make sure it was perfect for her cousin. She loved it so much we had a hard time getting her out of the room. That could be because she was pooping. It's definitely been kid-tested and approved.
The best part of the evening was Fezz and Mia. Two little pups with such loud barks and so much energy. Once Zoe got used to them, she was like a CIA operative trained to get information out of people in ways unfathomable to the human mind. Maybe that could be because I read 1984 while pregnant.
The dogs would be outside, with only a screen door separating them from us. Zoe would creep around the couch until she saw them, she'd sneak up on them and as soon as they barked she would run as fast as she could. Apparently to provide a good 30 minutes of entertainment, N & I just have to get two, energetic pups.
Or just visit Aunt Bevie and Uncle Chris more often!
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