Happy three month birthday, Zack!
We all went back to work this week, including Zack.
Jeff dropped Z off for his first day of daycare, where he is a hit! The staff there love to tell us that he is such a content and smart little guy. It's great. Knowing he's somewhere safe for five hours a day makes me feel much better about being away from him, and actually, I'm really liking the structure of the day.
And a huge plus: Zack sleeps through the night for real now--like from 9 p.m. until 5 a.m.!
This is after we organized the giant piles of work that awaited me upon my return.
I have an ideal part time situation, except that I really don't enjoy my job too much. But I like the people I work with, and I pick up Z at noon!
California law requires that employees have a private area to pump breast milk. Look, here's mine:
That's right. I get my Pump In Style on in the supply closet. Oh yeah.
Zack with amazingly cute accessory
Somewhere in the middle of last week, Shannah sent us this unbelievable hat, which she made. You can see more of her awesome work
here.
Zack AS amazingly cute accessory
Z, post eye doc and ready for closeup
Z went to the opthalmologist, who proclaimed him perfect. He has physiologic anisocoria, which means unequal pupils! His left pupil is slightly more dilated. He is now competing for the title of Baby Who Has Seen the Most Specialists Just to Determine He's Absolutely Healthy.
He was so incredibly well behaved and charming at the appointment--just smily and cute as could be, even while getting eye drops to dilate his pupils. I'm so glad he's okay, because my heightened sense of drama kept telling me that his wonderful behavior was just too good to be true, and our happy lives would have to be interrupted by a horrible diagnosis. But nope, he's great! Whoo hoo!
Just a little background, I didn't want to even take him to this appointment, but then my pediatrician convinced me to go to rule out a "growth." Like a tumor. A brain tumor. Yes, that's what she said to me!
I knew there was no way he had that, but after that conversation I made sure we got in as soon as possible so I could just stop thinking about it!
Waiting in the producer's office with Wes & Marion
After his appointment, Z was in a television pilot with his friend Wes! These two finally got themselves jobs. Slackers.
On the monitor
A closeup featuring drool!
I suppose we can't say much about the show, because we might be breaching confidentiality. But there was a dancing transexual. That's one thing.
Zack was so completely mellow during the whole weird experience. But maybe not as mellow as Wes, who slept through it.
Basking in the strangeness
Between coming with me to commercial auditions where I have to sing and mess my hair up to look like I'm on a desert island, and visiting Daddy at his weird job, and now this odd pilot...I kinda think Z will want to run with his arms flailing from the entertainment industry when he grows up. And that's just fine with us!
Wide shot of the strangeness and Z more interested in his own feet
When we got home, I was telling Jeff about anisicoria. It's hereditary. And what do you know? For the first time in over two decades, I noticed this about Jeff:
The left one is bigger! Z has Jeff's eyes!
At Daddy's workstation
Jeff worked at Robot Chicken and we got to see the weeklies on Friday and meet Seth Green. Z was much admired by Seth, who appreciated the "irony" of Z's Darth Vader shirt.
We've arrived!
Sunday we went to the local farmers market. When Jeff was coming down here for visits, we went there and decided we had to have a child so we could come back and show him off to all the Studio City entertainment industry yuppies who shop there. So finally, we achieved that goal! There we were, in the beating heart of it all: kids wearing Obama tee shirts, tots with names like "Maya," boatloads of organic produce, and hundreds of different kinds of strollers and baby carriers. It was fun! Can't wait until Z is old enough to appreciate the petting zoo. I've also seen Ed Begley Junior at this Farmers Market. He had a booth where he sold his green cleaning products.
Picking avocados from the "Land of the Lost" booth
Yes, we even took the baby to Starbucks
Sunday night, Robyn and Brad had us over for dinner, and Avery and Z fell in love. Maybe she could tell he's already got money in the bank.
You might think we're exaggerating, but really, Avery was into Zack.
And her feelings were reciprocated. Later they spent some time cooing at each other. They were having a full on conversation.
Sorry I can't be wittier right now but the action isn't letting up over here and it's time for bed!
This morning I was once again compelled by the outfit I found for Z -- compelled to put on an impromptu fashion show.
This past week saw a new thing: the beginning of the teething process. Occasional pain and discomfort for the poor little guy, and lotsa lotsa drool. Not today, though; he was still wearing this onsie when his Mom picked him up. 
Still had the socks on. Socks make the man.
The morning sky was pretty enough to attempt a picture while driving. (Don't worry, I'd already dropped off Z and nobody's going very fast.) 
I took this one just after I got home this evening. (On foot.)
