Zoe's 1st Super Duper Car Adventure

We begin this story with a nice little family in Pittsburgh, PA:

This nice little family then pointed a Wee Box north for a few hours to stop by another nice family in a nice new house.  The children were welcoming and kept a close eye on little Zoe Mae...

 

Then came the real adventure:  A long, long ride in the Wee Box.  Zoe was a champ, and closely guarded by our faithful wingdog, Rocco the brave:

And even in the rest stops Rocco kept an eye out for intruders. (read: Squirrels)

And then we got to the river, where we promptly ensured Zoe's safety in the event of a flood or boat ride:

And then we went in search of water.  And found some. . .

. . . in the bath!  Yup, after the long anticipated departure of Zoe's umbilical cord stump, we promptly deposited her in the cottage's sink.   We considered the river, but at ~50° Fahrenheit, well, we're just not that mean.  Besides, Zoe was really good on the ride up...

All clean and ready for action, we wandered down to the river.  Actually, we generally do this about 85 times a day.  It's not far, and Zoe really likes walks.  So does Rocco.  Come to think of it, Cara likes walks too, and even Tommy will amble down to the water at the slightest provocation.  Sadly, among the many great baby gifts that were generously given to us, we've yet to get beverage holders for our strollers, so at present, we're forced to carry our beers in our hands while we walk.  The horror.

Luckily, Zoe is largely unbothered by such a minor inconvenience, and gracefully rocks the watermelon safari hat on our adventures around the park.

Back at the homestead, and ever vigilant, Rocco fearlessly keeps watch from his perch on the porch.  (Note to all who might try to invade:  Unless you're a chipmunk, he'll happily let you in the house, so long as you don't try to steal his seat.  Drinks, as always, are in the back fridge; help yourself.)