Meet the Raspberries

Raspberry Family

The family that raspberries together stays together A raspberry saved is a raspberry earned. The raspberries of wisdom are never shut. A raspberry a day keeps the doctor away. A rolling raspberry gathers no moss.

You’ll note that Zane didn’t inherit his mom’s raspberry technique, choosing the over-the-tongue raspberry while Faith is obviously an under-tongue raspberry-er. Dad is ambitonguerasperryous.

I haven’t figured out how to take a picture of Zane’s new tooth yet, but from brief glimpses and poking a finger in his mouth it’s certain that he has one. Maybe another is on the way soon, he’s been fussy enough that’s it seems likely.

We went to the mommy-night-out last night. Two other dads showed up and four babies total. Two of the babies had teeth, including Zane’s buddy Gavin with two, and a little seven month old girl with three or four of them. Zane still has the honor of standing up the most of the group.

He’s been sleeping the night through for a week now. Usually to bed between 8 and 9 and then awake by 8 or so in the morning. There may be a chirp or two during the night, but that’s it, well, except last night when he woke crying at 2am. A little comforting from his folks and he nodded back off for the rest of the night.

Upside down and loving' it