Nine Months Old

It seems like forever since last May when Zane joined our family. He’s gone from a slightly yellow, sleepy little pocket baby to an almost eighteen pound moving, wiggling, babbling machine. He still likes to be cuddled at times but much of the time he prefers to explore the world on his own.

Faith put Zane in the Björn carrier yesterday and they went for a walk around the yard. He was flapping his arms and squealing with delight. Not quite as much as he was earlier. Faith was shoveling the frozen sludge at the end of the driveway while Zane and I looked on. Something about the crunch, swish sound of ice in the shovel made him laugh and laugh and laugh. Faith promised that he would get all of the shoveling he wants soon enough.