Zoe turned nine yesterday. When the hell that happened, I don't know, but somehow nine years stuttered by when I wasn't looking.
By the time this happens again she'll be 18, "legal," and handcuffed to a railing on the wall of her highly fortified cell inside our impregnable underground compound protected by retinal-scan security measures, sniffer dogs, laser "meatcutter" grids, plasma cannons, and roving biomech hunter/killer teams that home in on the scent of Clearasil.
Boys, you know. They'll be sniffing about by age 18 and they're hard to stop. I know, I used to be one.
I wasn't around for most of what happened during yesterday's girl-centric birthday festivities -- I'm male and was not welcome at the estrogen fest ("Festrogen," I called it) (and why can't this anti-boy attitude last???) but Beth summed up all the girlie activities over in her blog.
Grandpa supplied the images below: a retrospective of Zoe's life, one picture from each year starting when she was about an hour old. Seeing it all collected like that... Wow. And whoa. And... I don't know, just... That's my heart there.
That's some fine breeding you and Bethra did there, Mr. Chuck.
Posted by: GraceD at March 17, 2005 08:26 AMWhat a wonderful collage, Chuck. Grace is right because Zoe's just as pretty as, well, a picture.
Posted by: Carol at March 21, 2005 07:58 PMHappy belated birthday to Zoe and many many more.
Posted by: Phil Faranda at March 24, 2005 10:44 PM