A few January moments...

 I am *really* trying to take the camera out more which is tough in the midst of a busy day. When I have a great shot on a moment, the camera is upstairs and when I am upstairs with the perfect moment to capture, the camera is down the in kitchen.

Ah well, will just have to settle for moments as these where I had just plopped Zane down on the bed (where he can now sit unassisted! More on that later, if I ever get around to a 6 month post!) after waking from his nap. It was hard at first because he was so excited to be up and interacting again. Most shots were his blurred action like this: 

He is honestly one of the happiest and content babies I have known. I still pause often and thank God for answering my prayer. The prayer that went something like this "Please Lord, give me a third child that is NOT like Alaina." HA! Just kidding. Well, sort of. I digress.

He IS like Alaina in that he is very active and physical. Now that he is sitting unsupported, he will sit contently for a few minutes but then leans or lunges, landing on his tummy. The difference is that Alaina would have cried and Zane will then just look around, reach for what he can and happily kick one foot against the floor repeatedly as he lays there with not much to do. Sweet boy.

I did get some sweet pictures of his face when he was still. : )

           Look At. Those. Lashes. 

This picture was taken while he was laying on his stomach staring at Conner, who was on the computer. Zane has eyes for Conner. I mean if Conner is in the room, you can bet that #1 Conner is interaction with Zane and #2 Zane is eating it up.

Onto my girl. You know, the girl who dresses to impress no matter what time of day? Well, I told her to go get her pajamas on and this is how she returned.

 

Okay, so technically, she does have pajamas on. 

Next time I need to say, "Alaina, get your pajamas on but please don't add crazy socks, high heels, a shawl and sunglasses." 

She is certainly catching on because when I took the picture she told me not to show anyone. I promised I wouldn't. Technically, I am not showing it, I am posting it, right? I figure she will forgive me when she is 25 years old and we look back at these pictures and laugh. Let's hope so.

The last moment just occurred about an hour and a half ago. Conner has been asking more and more to put Zane to bed, so with Keith being at the N.C. State game tonight, and me being busy with getting Alaina out of the bath, what better night? 

Well, this is what I found. My precious, loving, sweet heart of a child Conner reading the very book I read him when I would put him to be as a baby. It is Pajama Time by Sandra Boynton. Notice the back cover is ripped off and the binding and to bottom of the book is chewed off. I used this book with Conner, Alaina and now Zane. To see Conner reading it so lovingly to his little brother stirs something in me that is unspeakable. It is even hard to allow myself to feel. A sadness that my baby is not a baby anymore. And a joy in seeing that big boy holding my third and last *real* baby who is relaxed and content in his brother's arms. Thank you Lord for these precious moments!