Long time no update

March 20?  Is that seriously the last time I posted something here?

Oi.

I feel as though borderline-spring-rain-depression has settled in at our house.  We got a brief glimpse of some sunshine on Friday afternoon and Zoey was so overwhelmed, I found her sitting up against the glass doors of the playground when I picked her up, because 'the shade is over here, Mommy, the sun is so BRIGHT!'.  Other than that, it has been non-stop gray clouds and dripping, relentless rain.  The red wagon, the small Weber BBQ, and Zoey's wee Dora training-wheel bike, all pulled prematurely from the shed back in mid-March, are sitting sadly on the patio, WAITING FOR THE DAMN RAIN TO STOP.

Hmmm.  Maybe March 20 was the last day we had no clouds and rain?

At any rate, we are still here, despite my lack of writing lately.  Zoey is still happy, healthy, pale, and probably lacking in vitamin D.  I briefly pondered signing her up for yet another gym class at the Y, to add to her repertoire of ballet and gymnastics.  Four-year-olds need to get their wiggles out in a bad way, otherwise it's the highway to 10 pm bedtime, you know?  But when I asked if she'd like to sign up for sports camp with Coach Leah, I swear she rolled her eyes at me.  And then, when it was established that a black leotard and tutu are not the standard uniform for sports camp, well...a big, fat, no-thank-you Mommy was all I got. 

Maybe next session.

Most days, Zoey is quite content to stay at home and play pretend, creating elaborate stories that usually mean she gets to boss me around in one form or another.  We play Mommy Cat and Baby Cat, Daycare Teacher, Rapunzel.  She takes her 'homework' quite seriously and can spend wonderfully quiet chunks of time at the dining room table, writing in her preschool workbooks.  When I lay in bed and read at night, if she is still awake, she insists on getting her own 'chapter book', usually a Ramona Quimby book or something starring a girl named Junie B. Jones, but at any rate with no pictures, and laying next to me, staring at the pages, turning them at the same rate I do.  When I ask if she'd like to get one of her library books, something with pictures, she tells me no, she'd rather be just like me.  Mommy, are you going to turn a page again soon?  Are you ready?  How about now? 

So there you have it.  Something of an update.  Rain, rain, go away, so this Mommy and Kiddo can go back out and play.