Zane deserves an update!!! It's long overdue. He has some fun words: poop, A-da!, da-da, mama, hi, bye, nigh, mil, etc. He has one solid yell for Vanessa, with a slight inflection. :) He'll make and match some sounds to fun kids' songs. He's been doing his own variation of nodding yes to things -- he moves his shoulders up and his head slightly forward. He's pretty good with high fives, if he's comfortable. If not, he'll just stare at you.
He plays games and understands the uses for many things. Without being asked, if he wants something, he pounds his chest with one or two hands for please -- sort of like an ape. :) He will sit for a good amount of time trying to stack blocks and put them together to make things. He only gets slightly frustrated trying to learn new skills. He puts on dress up clothes and goes to the mirror to look at himself. (He's walking around with Vanessa's butterfly wings on right now. He's walking as if he feels extra proud -- chest out.) He likes to read but mostly likes to walk around with the book.
He still loves playing in the play kitchen. (He's "cooking" and tearing it apart as I type -- yes, lots going on.:) He still loves his cars and trucks -- his dozer is extra cool. He loves playing music and he loves to dance. He climbs and leaps off of just about anything. He's close to making it over the gates. His hair is growing. His nights are still rough, but our system for everyone getting some sleep seems to be working okay. (I think he's secretly a producer for that new sitcom Up All Night -- he likes to base things on personal experience, I'm sure.)
He's still throwing his body down, making you wonder if he's hurt himself. Just this morning he was walking over toward an end table when he went down on the floor, but I couldn't tell if he had hit his head on the table -- no sound to make me think he had. He then very slowly started to collapse completely down onto the floor. I asked him if he was okay. He didn't respond, which was definitely unusual. I asked one more time, and he still didn't respond. I went running over and as I grabbed him, he started laughing uncontrollably. What was that?! I told him it was NOT cool. He has a great personality, but seriously, that WAS NOT funny.
Food is yummy. He's practicing with utensils and loves to stab his fork quite aggressively.
He's a little guy who loves, gives and needs a lot of affection (a bit of reason for his need to be close in the night) -- I LOVE (parts of) IT!!!!
He is still a tiny guy. He remains in his infant seat. We anticipate a big growth spurt soon. In fact, I think he grew a tad over the weekend. :)
Okay, I'll stop my rambling . . . :)
