Poppop is hiding at Target

I've been quiet on the blog because we have company. N's dad made a trip up to see us. We get him all to ourselves for the whole week. I don't think that's ever happened. Usually we are celebrating some wedding or birth. It is a special treat to have a visit with him just because we can.

Zoe hasn't seen Grandpa for about a year. She's not totally comfortable around people outside her inner circle. We've been in the church nursery with the same people for 2 1/2 years and she still doesn't feel comfortable in there without N or me. We were a little worried that she might not warm up to Grandpa until he was at the airport on Friday morning saying good-bye.

We found no comfort in the fact that on Monday, after Grandpa arrived, she stayed at her play kitchen, not looking at him, not talking and trying to hide behind the little counter.

She's a natural performer, so we were really hoping Grandpa would get to see our little ham in action.

I'm proud to annouce that she didn't disappoint. She's danced and sung Wiggles's songs, put puzzles together, hopped, jumped, climbed and as a grand finale put a napkin on her head at dinner and blew it off.

More of our real Zoe came out last night at Target. Grandpa wanted to go shopping to get the girls some outfits. He was looking at t-shirts on the other side of the department, while Zoe and I were looking at dresses. She turns to me and goes, "where he go?" I told her to call out "grandpa" and she did.

Although it's more of a Poppop. Which is ironic because that's what we call his step-dad.

Then all night, "Poppop" this and "Poppop" that. He's like her new best friend.

He's also in the inner circle. He got a hug before bed last night.