The bad news is poor Zoe has been struggling with a cold (mostly nasal congestion) for nearly a week, which led us to visit the pediatric clinic on Thanksgiving Day (apparently, our kids only get sick and/or injured on holidays and weekends). After a thorough check-up, the prognosis was actually pretty good - 100% oxygen intake, no fluid in the lungs, 8 lbs 6 oz. (a pound gained in the last 2 weeks!), etc. So we were given a relatively good bill of health considering, and directed to keep an eye on her ability to breath/wheezing, and watching for signs of fever. With the whooping cough epidemic in the city, it was good to confirm that it was at least not that. The other good news is the doctor was very impressed with Zoe's strength, and seemed genuinely shocked that she was only 19 days old considering her development, especially her head control and alertness. No surprise considering what a strong kicker she was in utero! Here are a few pics from the day after Thanksgiving, just shy of her 3-week birthday. She actually really likes tummy time I discovered!

Best of all, she has managed to maintain a pretty happy disposition despite all the sneezing and congestion, which Jon says makes her sound like a pug. What a smile!





















