Zoey has been playing around with her sippy cup. It is more a toy than anything at the moment--but it is so funny to watch her drink water when she eats at her high chair. She lets it all go in her mouth and then it all dribbles out again.

So I had one of those very vivid dreams last night. I am guessing it orginated because I can't believe how fast Zoey is growing. (People warn you, but you just don't get it until you watch her grow.) So, in my dream Zoey, who was still 6 months old, was in her high chair and I looked over at her as she said, "May I be excused mother, I want to eat my salad later." In my dream I was shocked because, well first off--babies don't eat salad and second who was going to believe me that those were her first words. I woke up soon after. . . I was relieved to find Zoey growling in her crib this morning.