On another note it is nearly Valentine's Day. What say you? Yes, Valentine's Day. A day for me, every since a frigid and fateful 14th of February eight years ago, that is now synonymous with laboring and childbirth. My beloved joked with me through out my pregnancy that if our daughter was born on Valentine's Day we would of course be naming her Moxie Valentina Amore Zises. So I held out an extra twenty-seven minutes for a name that was not informed by a holiday of the hallmark variety. And here she is eight years later brimming with love and life and exuberance, yes, plenty of amore. Okay, so the photo above might not appear to represent such a state of being, but I promise she is.