Beautiful Sunday

and Zoe's breathing.

Actually last night, like she has been, she was wailing - but mostly because she insists, she demands that you talk to her and hold her and look at her. If you put her down, if you drift off...she wails.

I'd take her in, except during the day, she sleeps and is pretty sedate. She just wants you up with her.

Oh, and she doesn't want to go on a walk. Maybe 55 degrees is too cold, or maybe she's not partial to sunlight. We'll find out this spring. But she doesn't want to. Our opinionated little girl. Who would have thought Jen and I would have had an opinionated girl?