Zoë that is.  Or Bobo as she prefers to be calls.  I am reprimanded countless times a day when I actually address her by her name “NO.  ME BOBO.”  I laugh and tell her she might want to rethink that before she goes to school.  But she is happy to be Bobo.

To say that she is a spitfire is not adequate.  There is just not a word that I know that captures her personality, spirit, stubbornness, energy, etc.  She is amazing.  She is also super friendly, but super bossy.

When we’re at the playground she is the first one to tell someone–“No do that.  That bad.”  When they are doing something she deems unacceptable–like hitting the slide or putting rocks in the wrong place.  When we are shopping she will say hi to someone and then if they come down our aisle, she’ll forcefully say “No follow me. Me no like that.”  Most people laugh but I make sure to tell her that is not nice.  But cute at the same time.  She is a whirlwind and so full of life it is a bit scary but also refreshing.  I can’t imagine the trouble and laughter she is going to bring into our world as she gets older.  But right now she is not to be messed with.