Home at last

A couple shots from the last days of our vacation, which is officially over now. Three weeks of flying and driving and walking all over Colorado, Wyoming, Nebraska, and even New York. Zane was surely wondering if we were ever going to go home again. He slept in a handful of hotels, Mom’s cabin, and four different houses over the course of three weeks. Not to mention the wide variety of food and climate he was exposed to.

It was a great vacation. Or, as Faith so nicely put it, “We made it! One step closer to a trip to France!”

As for Zane statistics: he’s still hanging in around 20lbs, can stand for a couple minutes at a time and will take a few tentative steps if there’s something within a foot or two to grab, and his five teeth are “getting big” with something else coming (so says the drool and chewing and gna-gna-gna sounds). He also has a fantastic smile and an uplifting laugh (so says his unbiased Dad).

14 July 08 • Dad

  1. I plagiarized that line (about France) from our Labor Day weekend away when Z was 4 months old. On the way back from that, Jerry said, “One step closer to France!”

    But, i do feel like we’ve accomplished an incredible feat. Each move during vacation consisted of packing up Z’s portable crib, all the clothes (of course) and tons of toys, food, sun screen, etc. Then trying to find it again sometimes just an hour later was impossible. Neither of us could remember where it was packed and who had actually packed the particular item in question. But, if i was looking for it, i KNOW that JERRY must have packed it! : )

    “Where did YOU put the xyz?”

    — Faith · 14 July 08 · #

  2. Not to mention time zones, proves the jet lag thing is an adult thing

    — zandra Knotts · 14 July 08 · #


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