Zuzu has her daddy’s hairline and sports the same dark, spiky hair. We love the way it stands up all over the place. Lately, however, her hair has been looking a little different and it took us a few days to figure out that she is (gasp) temporarily losing some of her hair toward the front of her head. Nonetheless, we still find Zuzu’s “Daddy does my hair” shirt amusing since Ty specifically makes sure her hair is styled like his. (Note: moments before this photo was taken, Ty remarked in an exasperated voice, after examining Zuzu’s hair, that it looked like she had been “extracted from a dumpster”. He promptly fetched a wet comb to fix the apparently sub-par styling job that Jenn did. Stylists note: "These things require high standards! By the way, the dumpster look is actually a new style scheduled to be released in late 2007 and is predicted to greatly surpass the currently popular 'bed-head' look.") :)
Zuzu has been a good nursling since birth, relishing her lip-smacking meals from mom and sometimes snacking all day. But I will admit that every once in a while, when I’m nursing for the umpteenth time that day and so tired that I can’t think of any more songs to sing to Zuzu, or my water glass is just out of reach, or the phone that I can’t answer rings yet again, or the pile of pending laundry seems to be staring me down, I wish for one thing: that Ty could lactate. Not all the time, but maybe just on occasion -- sort of like a chef’s special for Zuzu.
On Saturday I got my wish (sort of). Ty gave Zuzu her first bottle of expressed milk. About half of it traveled in her mouth, over her tongue, down her chin and onto her “i love mommy” bib, but considering it was the first time in her life that she’d ever encountered a bottle, she (and Ty) did pretty well.
I am loving this time at home with Zuzu. Even though some days are easier than others, I feel so honored to be constantly with her during these early days of her life. I don’t want to miss a second of it. Ty’s the same way too, reluctantly leaving for work in the morning and racing up the steps in the evenings, eager to give her kisses and hugs and sing to her and change diapers. And, of course, to snuggle with her.
Ty came down with the flu yesterday and stayed downstairs last night, so I’ve had an extended period of time alone with Zuzu. Ty misses holding her right now (and I look forward to him holding her, too). Here are some shots of Zuzu from today, spit up and all. 
Today is Zuzu’s first May Day. Last evening our doorbell rang and upon opening it, we discovered a lovely petunia on our front step with a note sending neighborly May Day wishes to the Coleman family. Next to a smiley face was written “nice baby”. Today perched upon the front step was a cup with May Day goodies that said “Zuzu” on it. What wonderful surprises (and it’s been just as much fun to watch the neighborhood kids dart across lawns to deliver their May Day greetings).
Today is also Zuzu’s one month birthday. We’re celebrating it by -- well, let’s see, um -- nursing, diaper changes, yawns, cries, nursing, nursing and why yes, nursing (hopefully there are a couple of naps somewhere in there too). It’s hard to believe a whole month has gone by already. She’s accomplished and experienced quite a bit in just a month’s time: she’s already had over 230 diaper changes in her lifetime (yes, we’ve kept track); she can hold her head up much more these days; she’s grown and gained weight just like she should; she’s napped in her crib twice (yesterday and today); she’s only had one really big “accident” in the baby tub (I won’t go into detail – after all, we’re trying to keep it clean on her blog); she’s smiled more times than we can count; she’s felt the softness of a crabapple blossom brush against her cheek; and she’s managed to wriggle onto her side in her sleep three times.
As I type this she is snuggled in the crook of my left arm trying to eat her wrist as she snoozes..
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