Dear Zoe,
Today you grabbed my passport, bolted into the lounge room, grabbed your crayon, and proceeded to "enhance" it by coloring on Page 5. Thank you. I say sarcastically. Zoe Picasso.
Yesterday, you figured out how to unclip your high chair buckle and you were out of the chair leaning on the table. Zoe Danger Jacobsen.
You keep getting out of your carseat restraints. You know how to lengthen the straps, and you get your arms out. Zoe Houdini.
You like dressing yourself, and even more so, you like undressing. If you had it your way, you'd be rockin up to the shops nude if you could. You'd go to the playground in nothing but a nappy if you could. Who needs clothes anyways? That's your motto. If you had one.
And, you love taking videos of us. You'll point the camera at us and say "Cheeeeease". You're actually pretty good. We only have a couple of videos of your feet. The rest are actually of our faces. Zoe Coppolla.
Love you Zoe Simone Jacobsen,
Mommy and Daddy
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