In the first hour of her life, she screamed and cried, until once again, I could embrace her and soothe her. Seems that did the trick and, knock on wood, got all the anxiety and stress out of her.
Zooey's been easy, a silly old soul who makes our lives worth living.
So today, on her tenth birthday (my gosh that's weird to say!), I confess that I'm a good mom only because I have good kids - starting with the first one: Zooey, who sets the tone and pace for the boy (who doesn't always follow).
So here is your daily dose of my ten-year-old...
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