Sunday, September 30, 2012

Working for the Weekend!

 Hiya, Friends!  Zoe here!  Let me tell you about how my weekend's been going!  Boy, has it ever been a busy one!
Boy, I've had a doozy of a day!
We started out Friday night with going to the carpet store and looking at carpets.  Mommy and Daddy decided that it was either carpet a coupla rooms in the house, or put down those interlocking foam mats everywhere, so the carpeting won out.  Apparently, they're worried about me bonking my head on the hardwood.

I've gotta tell you, when I was down to Aunt Colleen and Uncle Lorentz's, I did enjoy their carpet.  It was pretty nice.  Cushy.  I even curled up on it and fell asleep one of the days.  So I'm excited about this development at my house!

Rozzie wasn't so thrilled.  She says she's afraid of getting carpet burn on her hiney, since that's how she shooshels around, by dragging her butt on the floor.  She says it's a lot nicer for her to be able to glide her glutes around on the smooth floor.  But Mommy and Daddy thought of her, too!  They're leaving a lot of the house uncarpeted.  So Rozzie and glide her glutes around on the wood floor and the tile, but when she's tired of glute-gliding, she can curl up with me on the carpeting.  It's a win-win, really.

Nobody move!  I've lost my contact lens!

Then, you'll never guess how we spent my Saturday.  We finally got my bedroom closet all cleaned out!  I've been waiting my whole life to be able to use that nice closet in my bedroom, and until today, it was full of Mommy's stuff! Well, now it has my things in it!  I'm so excited.  I talked about this over on the FaceBook, but now that it's all done and finished, and I've seen it, I think I'm really going to have to insist that Daddy install a disco ball for me in my closet.  When the monsters who hide in closets get a load of my closet, they're going to want to party in there, and I want to be ready.  Disco ball, donut bar, maybe some fancy lights that change colors.  I want to do it up right!  Make my closet the premier destination for monsters to see and be seen at!
I'm thinking of the disco ball I'm gonna get for my new closet!

Isn't it funny how doing something as minor (in the grand scheme of things) as getting your closet all organized can really renew your spirit and put a new spring in your step?  I think it's funny.  And cool!  I can't tell you how much this makes me feel like a Big Girl.  Until now, all my things have been stuffed into my dresser drawers, and it's been fine, because I haven't known any other way, but now I have a Closet of my Very Own.  Wow!  You know what I'm gonna do, before I even get the disco ball.  I'm gonna have a party with me and the Little Giraffes of the Wild Steppes of North Bingham.  They'll love it!

I hope that if there's something you can do to put a new spring in your step, Friends, that you do it.  Whatever it is.  Whether you need to spruce up your closet like I did, or maybe get a new air freshener for your automobile or something... I hope you do it, so you can feel as good as I do!

I'd better get out my party planning kit, and find the foam-core so I can make my party planning storyboards.  I don't like to leave anything to chance.  Mmmmmmmkay, Big People!  I'll catch ya tomorrow!

Saturday, September 29, 2012

The Little Giraffes

I met up with my friend Nora, a big Little Giraffe, at the mall!
Hiya, Friends!  Well, if you know me, you know I'm passionate about helping with the plight of the Little Giraffes of the Wild Steppes of the Greater Bingham Area.  If you're just getting acquainted with me, let me tell you about my favorite, favorite cause. 

You see, I identify myself as a Tiger Baby, and as such, I'm pretty ferocious.  I met a Little Giraffe named Sophie, and I thought she was a chewie toy!  Boy, was that a faux pas.  Sophie the Little Giraffe set this Tiger Baby straight and taught me that I should be friends with Little Giraffes, not try to gnaw on them!  See, because the Little Giraffes are so small, and their legs are so short, they can't run as fast as Tiger Babies can crawl, and they can't really defend themselves, because when they kick, it feels like tickly kisses, so their natural predators don't feel threatened by tickly kisses and aren't deterred by the kicks of the Little Giraffes.  And the Little Giraffes really suffer when they get gnawed on and used as chewie toys.  Besides the fact that they're being chewed on, it's humiliating for them to go home after being mauled by a Tiger Baby, and having all that slobber on them.  It's not like their families shun them, but it does make things awkward, and they have to take an extra shower if they get mauled.

Sophie the Little Giraffe explained all of this to me, and when she asked me if I'd help her out, getting the word out to other Tiger Babies and Big People about the plight of the poor Little Giraffes everywhere, but especially on the Wild Steppes of Bingham, I said, 'Yeah!'

Now I work very hard to tell everybody I know to be nice to the Little Giraffes, and not to gnaw on them.  Not even a little.  They don't like it, and it's my mission to get the word out.  My work has enabled me to meet a lot of Little Giraffes, and to listen to their stories, and further the help for their desperate, desperate plight.  I love my work, and I really feel like it's just an amazing calling for me.  It really is.  Life-changing.

And, I get to go to the Little Giraffe Conventions and Symposiums and Jamborees... You have not been to a Jamboree until you've attended a Little Giraffe Jamboree!  And one time, at this one Convention and Symposium, it was at a hotel with a swim-up donut bar!  It was the best day ever.  Because besides my tireless work with the Little Giraffes of the Wild Steppes of the Greater Bingham Area, my other two great loves in life are swimming and donuts, and this convention brought all my passions together in one place!  It was great!

The big Little Giraffe in the picture with me and Mommy is my friend Nora.  I met her at the last Convention and Symposium I attended on behalf of the Tiger Babies.  She talked about how we shouldn't feel bad about our necks.  I guess giraffes are kind of sensitive about their necks, and as a Tiger Baby ambassador, she says I'm not to feel bad about my neck, either, so I'm not going to feel bad.  There really isn't any point in feeling bad about stuff, especially the stuff we can't do anything about.  That's what I learn from the Little Giraffes.  That, and if there's stuff we'd normally feel bad about, we need to just change it.  Don't feel bad about the stuff you can't do anything about, but work to change the things you can, so you don't have to feel bad.  That's the message of the Little Giraffes.  What a message!

Those Little Giraffes are really inspiring.  They really are.  My hope for all my friends is that you all get to meet Little Giraffes, so you can be as inspired as I am by them.

And remember, if you run into a Little Giraffe anywhere, don't gnaw on them.  Not even a little. They don't like it.

Friday, September 28, 2012

I Love Technology!

Hiya, Friends!  Zoe here!  How are you doing today? 

I just wanted to show you something.  I love technology, and here's a few pictures of me, writing this very blog, on my laptop.  Look!

I have to make sure my screen angle is adjusted just so.  Is it a little weird writing with Daddy watching over my shoulder?  You betcha!  But I deal with it.

Now we're checking out the latest on the NHL lockout.  Sounds like I'm gonna be finding a new wintertime hobby!

Ahhhh, here we go.  I'm ready, ready, ready, ready, ready to write!  Doin' a little workin' on my... blog tonight!

Yep.  I tap out my daily thoughts and musings on a Lenovo netbook.  Someday, I'd like a super-cool sportscar MacBook of some type, but for now, I like my little purple computer.  It's pretty great!  I'm really excited about it, because it's the first real technological curiosity that's all mine, and real!  I can't stress enough how much it means to me that it's real.  Don't get me wrong.  I like playing with my cell phone I got in Pittsburgh.  It's pink and pretty, and I like it, but I feel like I've had the same conversation on it over and over again.  It makes me wonder if the person on the other end is listening impaired, or maybe it's a decoy cell phone, to throw me off playing with Mommy's iPhone.  And I also have a pretend iPad.  I wasn't fooled for a minute on that one, but I like the noises it makes, so I played along with Mommy and Aunt Colleen when they bought me the pretend iPad at the store.  And I have a neat radio that lights up and plays classical music when I push the buttons on it.  My favorite's Rachmaninoff.  But I like Handel's Water Music and Beethoven's Symphony of Joy, too.  But that's a conversation for another day.  The point is, I like all those pretend technological gadgets, but I've always been ready for the real thing!

Technology and I go way back.  My whole entire life, actually!  I was listening to the iPod before I even left the hospital!  I've always been fascinated with our Sonos controllers.  And I'm happiest when I have something fun and technological in my hands.  I love playing with Mommy's iPhone, even if she doesn't like me to.  I almost got to buy something once, on Daddy's iPad, but he caught me.  But I'll take a remote control any day.  My fondest wish is to get to run the remote control on the television set we have.  I already know how to change the channels!  I just don't know which one I'm looking for.

Anyway, Big People.  Just thought I'd share and declare my love of technology with you.  And if you're reading this, you probably have at least a little crush on technology, and that's great!  There's enough technology to go around for all of us!  So I'll catchya later, Big People!  Zoe loves you!  Muah!

Thursday, September 27, 2012

The Day Is Young And So Am I! [I don't need no stinkin' nap!]

Hiiiiiiiiiiya!  Big people, I've got a question for you:  Nap or No Nap?  You can go ahead and tell me your honest thoughts on the subject, because it's not going to make me change my mind.  I'll tell ya what my position is on naps:  I don't like 'em!  I already sleep at night!  Then during the day, Mommy thinks I need one before lunch and another one before the five o'clock news comes on.  I disagree with her, and I think she just wants me to take my nap so she can lay down on the couch and eat chocolate covered cherries and watch trash-tv or whatever Mommies do when their kids are taking naps.

What I'd like to do is start an uprising!  Kids!  If you're out there, listen up!  Tell your Big People that you're fed up with naps!  The day is young and so are we, and we don't need to be taking up all our time sleeping!  There's so much we need to see and do and learn and everything!  What good are naps?

Now, Big People, I understand that you're all old and tired out.  Every time I argue with Mommy about taking my nap [Mommy:  pssst!  I'm not sassing you, I'm presenting my case!], she says that when I'm bigger, I'll wish I could have a nap or two every day, and on the days when I'll get even a short little nap, it'll be the best day ever!  I say that's USDA Grade A hogwash, Big People!  I will NEVER want to take a nap!  NAPS ARE FOR SAPS!

But in the interest of compromise, here's what I propose, Big People:  since us little kids hate our naps, you just don't make us take them anymore.  That'll make us very happy.  And in return, you Big People can have our naptime.  We'll go ahead and run things while you rest up.  Since you all love naps so much anyway.  There.  Problem solved!

That's what I'm here to do, Big People!  Solve problems, reach compromises!  Not take naps!  So I'll see ya tomorrow, just as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as can be.  Zoe B. loves to be nap-free!

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Somebody I Used To Know

Thinkin' about somebody I used to know.

Hiya, Friends!  Well, last night, I ran across an old friend, Binki.  I gave up Binki way back, right after Christmas.  I just got up one morning, and said, "Binki, I don't need you anymore.  Thanks for being my friend while I did, but now I'm a Big Girl."  I had Mommy pack up all the different Binkis I had, and that was that.

At least I thought that was that.  See, last night, I wasn't into my usual Sensitive Flavor Wipe while I was getting changed for bed, and I was rooting all around in my changing station, and there was a Binki tucked into a pocket.  You wouldn't believe what I felt, seeing Binki, Big People.  I felt my heart kind of kick me.  And it was like Binki and I hadn't been apart all this time.  It was kind of soothing to have Binki again.

Mommy let me see Binki until I was all in my jim-jams, and then she took Binki away.  Boy, did I kick up a fuss.  I mean, who does that woman think she is, anyway?!  You can't just take away somebody's Binki without their consent!

And then Mommy said something to me that got me thinking.  She said, "Zoe, you've been telling me for months what a Big Girl you are, and how you're ready to do all kinds of Big Girl things, but now you won't let me take Binki away.  It's all right if you need Binki again, but if you do, then you won't be able to order off the menu at the Texas Hot anymore, because girls who need Binki aren't big enough to order off menus."

Well, as nice as it was to have Binki again, I sure do like ordering off the menu. I felt like such a big girl at the Cracker Barrel when I got my mashed potatoes and applesauce, and that day I got to have Jell-O at the Texas Hot in Downtown Wellsville... that was the best day EVER!  I've been waiting my whole life to order off the menu at the Texas Hot in Downtown Wellsville!  Being a Big Girl is kind of hard sometimes, but it's also really fun.  And no way is Binki as much fun as sitting up to the table and eating Jell-O at The Texas Hot!

I guess that's how it is, then.  You go through this part of your life where Binki is the most important thing.  I never left the house without one for my mouth, and one hooked to my carseat, and an extra one in my diaper bag, and then another extra one in a pod hooked to my diaper bag.  I couldn't imagine being without Binki.  And now, Binki's just someone I used to know.  And that's okay. 

I'm on to bigger and better things.  Like eating Jell-O and ordering off the menu at Texas Hot!
My first Jell-O off the menu at the Texas Hot in Downtown Wellsville!  What a great day!

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Hiya, Friends! Zoë Here!

Hiya, Friends!  Zoë here!  How are you doing?  Mommy finally let me have a real blog over here on, so I'm really excited about that!  The thing is, she won't let me have my own email account, so everything's going to look like she's writing, but I want you to know that I'm the one in charge of this train!  I'm also in charge of the "Shop With ZoeBee" Blog here at  But I know not everybody's into shopping or shopping for stuff for little people like me, so I'm not going to clutter up this Zlog with that stuff, and I'm going to stay on task with that one, and give my baby stuff review.  How does that sound?

You might be familiar with my work over on FaceBook, with "The Daily Zoe" and all my pictures every day.  And don't worry about a thing!  I'm going to keep doing "The Daily Zoe" over on the FaceBook.  That's not going to change.  But I'm also going to start keeping in touch here, as well!  This Zlog is going to feature less pictures, more thoughts.  There might be some overlap in my content between my FaceBook feature and this Zlog, but they're two different things, so hopefully none of us gets bored.  And also, some of my friends in real-life don't have or don't want to be on FaceBook, and I'd like to keep in touch with them, too, without making them hafta go on FaceBook.  I understand it's not for everyone.  But for those of you who are reading this AND are on FaceBook, you now have choices!  Either, or, or both!!!  How about that? 

If you're not familiar with "The Daily Zoe" over on FaceBook, let me introduce myself.  My name's Zoë.  I'm a year old.  I like spending time with my best friend Rozzie, playing my drum, driving my Pink Jeep, working on Jumperoo Farm, watching the Buffalo Sabres, going to The Texas Hot in Downtown Wellsville, and also working to better the condition of the Little Giraffes of the Wild Steppes of North Bingham.  That, I feel, is really my life's work, helping the Little Giraffes.

Also, I want to let you know how to pronounce my real name, and how to pronounce the name of my Zlogs.  Mmmmmkay.  My name, which is Zoë, and is usually spelled with an umlaut over the "e," but not always, because it's a pain in the pooper to find the keystrokes for it on some computers, rhymes with "WHEEEEEEEEE!"  But I have nicknames.  One of them is "Zo," which rhymes with "Joe."  And that's how you should pronounce "The Daily Zoe."  So it Rhymes with Joe.  It's not a big deal, though if you make it rhyme with "Wheeeee!" like my real name does.  I just wanted you to be able to hear both of them in your head.  How's that?  Are we all good?  I sure hope so!

Mmmkay, Big People.  I'm really excited about this new venture.  I sure hope you like it.  This is really exciting.  So I'll be looking forward to meeting up with you on here again!  Like the title says, I'm daily!  So I'm going to do my best to stick right to that!  Right now, though, I've got to go to Walking Practice.   Catchya Later, Big People!  Remember, Zoë loves you!  Muah!