Faith and Zane entertaining themselves by ripping paper. He had a lot of fun, but nothing quite like Ethan ripping paper.
Meanwhile I’ve developed a specialized version of tinittus, more of a Zaneittus. It started after one of the 3am wake-ups and now whenever it is quiet I hear him gna-gna-gna-ing or whining or crying in the harmonics of fans turning, fridges purring, and crickets chirping. Heck, I was heard at the grocery store while shopping alone … luckily it turned out to be another baby his age two aisles down.