17.2.10

You're 6+ Months and Life is Craxy

Dear Zephyr,

Today a friend of ours whom we haven't heard from in awhile called us and said she was in some business in Austin and overheard a woman ask, "Can I speak to Zephyr?"  And immediately our friend, whose name is Donna Goodwin, pricked up her ears and thought to her sweet self, "I've GOT to call Dee Dee and tell her about this."


Donna is one of those women who flourishes in Austin, Texas.  She's long and lean, and a mean mochine of a woman.  She checks her Ph balance.  She walks and swims and I love her.  My husband Thierry loves her too, because she kinda confounds him.  Us.  Anyway, we've invited her to at least three of our parties, including my birthday a year and a half ago that landed me in the Pregnant Way.  So when she said she's coming over this weekend, I said, "Darlin', I'll see it when I believe it."  But she might actually make it since we're buying a keg on Friday night and that we'll have people at the house all weekend.  For our Final Sale.  The Moving Sale.  THE MOVING SALE.

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What a day this has been, my little beauty. 

I got the job offer from Amadeus this morning.  After weeks and weeks and months and it seems like your entire lifetime, we've been negotiating this job.  And mommy probably should have held out for a little more money.  But for all of our sakes, I "happily accepted" and boy oh boy what a wonderful life adventure we are all about to embark upon.

We.  Are moving to France.  We ARE.  We are MOVING.  WE ARE MOVING.  To FRANCE.  With our baby.  With you.

Life has been a roller coaster for us mentally and emotionally, and you have been such a good sport and the Most Amazing Baby on the planet to be patient enough to weather the stress that has passed through your life in the last 4 1/2 months.  And now we're taking you from the home you were born in, all the way south across town between here and Dripping Springs, out to the Most Beautiful Place on the Planet if You're Living in South Texas, and then to the south of France.  oh.  my.  god.  We feel so sorry for you.

We are, of course, on this day (the FIRST day that we could possibly have Really Actually gotten ExCIted about the FACT THAT WE ARE MOVING TO FRANCE) ...excited.  REALLY EXCITED. 

Hold on to your double chin!  We promise you we'll get settled soon.


It's going to be harder than we even know yet to say au revoir to so many of our loved ones...friends and family and friends that have become family to all of us.  Some people are mad that we're leaving, and most of them are mad because we're taking you so far away.  I can't blame them, you are pretty darn amazing.  Recently you started sitting up on your own.  We took you to a restaurant for lunch the other day and didn't really have anywhere to put you, so we asked for a high chair.  I put you in, thinking you were going to go all limp and slip out...but you just sat straight up like you've been sitting in a high chair all of your baby life.  It was awesome.  So we went ahead and gave you your first cracker too.  (Bad parents, giving our baby wheat at 6 months!  God, please please please don't develop any allergies!!!)



On Valentine's Day we attended the wedding of our good friends Chrysteen and Matthew.  It was a glorious day and a blissful ceremony and everyone fawned over you for hours.  When we got you home you took a super long nap, and when you woke up I put you in your jumparoo and you started using your voice very colorfully...sustaining notes and playing with pitch.  Then I noticed you were tilting your head back and forth, from side to side, and realized that you were singing to your toys.  Oh my god, that was the most adorable thing I've ever seen.  I cannot stop talking about it.  You are so wonderful!



Last night you were a little grumpy so I decided to check your upper gums to see if you might have another tooth sprouting.  And you do!  We can no longer call you Two Teefs.  Because now you have a third.  You're growing up way too fast.

We love you more than we ever realized one or two humans could love a little bean girl such as yerself.