Slasher Baby

Slasher Baby

Gotta keep up with the nail trimming…

Zane goes in for his second series of shots today. I’m kind of looking forward to it, at least the doctor visit. The nine months Faith was pregnant we went in for checkups once a month and then every couple of weeks towards term. Once Zane was born we were on a pretty regular schedule too. Then he got his first round of shots, followed not long after by a visit and now it’s been months since he’s had a checkup.

When we first left the hospital after Zane was born Faith exclaimed, “I can’t believe they just let us walk out of there with this baby!”

I guess a part of me has associated the doctor visits as a validation: letting us know how we are doing with this new charge of ours.

“Hmm, looks a quart low and there’s a scratch on that nice paint job. Are you sure you are up to taking care of this thing?”

We forgot to clip his nails for the trip and also forgot to pack his clipper. Those little nails seemingly appear out of nowhere and suddenly he’s wielding baby knives. Zane was on my lap for a feeding and between setting the bottle down and grabbing a towel to wipe his face off he’d managed to put a slash on his forehead. When I asked him about it he gave me that “whatever-are-you-talking-about?” grin of his.

Here’s another in the Big Chair series, taken on Grandparent Henricksen’s love seat. I’ve started a web gallery with all of the pictures from this series entitled, Scenes From A Big Chair.

Grandparent Henricksen's Big Chair