ZoTat.

The tribute to ZoZo. Thanks to Iden for the design and to Emily @ Purple Panther for the work. Nearly painless, and exceptionally priced.

The Zoe Logo as Tattoo

Sitting in the chair @ purple panther getting the Zoe Logo tattoo done. Hard to type while emily is poking my skin with needles but it'll be worth it.

Update: The original blogging of this was done on my iPhone while I was in the chair. That is Emily actually doing the work. She was great. The tat looks fantastic. The colors, the size, everything. Best way I could think to celebrate ZoZo and how much she means to me. If you look to the right you will see the template, but if you wait a little while I'll bet I can be persuaded to post a pic.

Dinner in Culver City.

Zoe was crazy awesome at the audition, winning over everyone and behaving like a dream child. So we all celebrated with an early dinner at Ford's Filling Station. (Harrison Ford's Son's place)

Firebug? Firefly? Bugaloo?

At Amy's Playhouse in Pasadena

Zoe Lulu: Smart Baby or the Smartest Baby (or a really great scam artist?)

Pediatrician day was this week. Chicken Pox shot. Holy crap in a bucket! No pain, nothing. It was like she didn't even know that she got the shot at all. Just sat there. Amazing what they can do these days........
We learned a couple of things about the midget this week. First off, she is a stimFreak. (I use the term Pain Whore but that's kind of inappropriate for your toddler. However, the doc thought that was hysterical)
She likes stimulation. All kinds. WE should have known by the way she moves from plastic-musical aquarium to the plastic musical aquarium and plays them at the same time. The other day she became infatuated with some clothespin-like plastic chip clips we have. I was making them talk and she was trying to touch the ridged parts of the clamp. So, I thought, well, I'll put this on her finger, she won't like it and that will be the end of that. No way, Hose B. She would laugh, and pull them off, scratching her fingers as she yanked and then DEMAND that I reapply them.
This went on for about 20 minutes until I got bored.
Then Beth had her outside talking to the neighbors and Zoe went up the base of the palm tree, where the teeny splintered bark is, and hugged it. Really rubbed her hands down the tree over and over. Her fingers were bloody and the splinters were embedded in the tips.
No matter, it made her laugh!
When we told the doctor about this he just talked about how Zo really likes stimulation and that we shouldn't be worried. (Speaking of stim....guess who just discovered her......um....happy place? This all makes me very uncomfortable.)
Then I regaled the doctor with the story about Zoe and the combs. While I was parting her hair I gave Zoe the black comb and the pink comb to hold and, hopefully, distract her. Then I asked her: "Which is the pink one, Zoe?"
She raised the pink one and said, "Dere!". She did the same with the black and vice versa. Never got it wrong. But it begs the question: Who told her what Pink was? Or Black for that matter? How did she pick it up????
His response?
To be honest, it makes me a little uneasy to write this because I really really don't want to be one of those, "My kid is gifted!" assholes. I hate people who act like every little thing their kid does makes them a genius. In fact, I feel more inclined to agree with This Stuff White People Like Post every day.
I can't stand the "my kid's gifted" folk almost as much as I hate hate hate helicopter parents. Yo! Your kid's gonna fall. It's okay. It's not the end of the world. The reason they don't have knees yet and their bones are still cartilage is so they CAN fall down and get back up. Trust me. THAT is what builds self esteem, not coddling their every move and hovering over them because you are afraid that they might bump into the air. Sheesh.
Anyway, back to the Doc.
Ugh, here I go:
"I don't often say things like this. I choose my words very carefully but, I have to say, Zoe is, well, she's advanced. She's very smart. Do either of you speak another language?"
No, but her nanny is hispanic.
"Great! From now on the nanny is not allowed to speak anything BUT spanish to Zoe. She will pick it up so fast you will be amazed."

So we told that to Zo's 18 year old nanny. Who started speaking spanish to Zo. Who promptly started to understand at the end of the first day.

Awesome.

Dateline: 2057
Zoe Lulu, daughter of semi-employed actors, named youngest woman to the Supreme Court.

It's either that or Dominatrix, right?

here's a couple pics.

The Nicknames

Zoe has a ton of nicknames.
All of them are actually used. Daily. Some of them make sense. Many don't.
If you have one that you would like to add, let me know.
Here are the nicks:

Zoe Mina (Said together and fast)
ZoZo (Commonly used for Zoes)
Zoester (sadly, this one has stuck. Said incorrectly it's a herpe. So, punch the O.)
Zobag (Probably the most offensive and only used by me)
Zoeyoey (A favorite of Beth's)
Zingko (Both this and Ziggy are just because of the two syllabled Z sound.)
Ziggy
MinaMina (Her middle name squared)
Minamoo (Infrequent)
Chaya (Her hebrew name)
Chaya Batya (Both of her hebrew names)
ZoeMinaChayaBatyalism (Her full name turned into a disease)
Zogby (Because every kid should be named after a political poll)
Zobo (Aunt Allyson uses this one)
Zozilicious (She is, isn't she?)
Zosie (Used often early, less so now)
Zozovo (Another from Aunt Allyson. I like it for the similarity to Kosovo)
Pataytas (Because she is like a little sack of.....)
Potato Face (Her earliest non-name nick that has stuck)
Mogadishu (I honestly have no idea why I started calling her this. And yet, I keep doing it)

There ya go. The ZoeNicks.
What's YOUR favorite?