the many faces of Zion
Baby Zion has a tendency to wear a serious expression, even while sleeping. Here he is for example bearing witness to the burial of his placenta
a bit concerned
Yeah, you like how I hippy-slipped that in there, didn't you? Be glad I didn't include the actual placenta photographs. I'm saving those for the Christmas card.
Kind of reminds me of Harvey's serious face from 8 days old.
8 days old, ready for his catalogue shoot
Of course, it may just be those enormous cheeks pushing up poor Zion's brow. He can make other faces after all, like this one.
pttttth
or this one
I coulda been a contender
Which reminds me that Harvey at a day old wore the exact same outfit:
farmers need their sleep
It's hard to believe that Harvey was a whole month older than Zion at birth. I guess as a little brother he's already running fast to catch up.
getting out!
To celebrate Dan's last Zion-caused day off of work we took an outing to the Bedford commons. There was necessity involved, of course. I had to make 10 copies of our fence application at the library and then walk them over to town hall 200 yards away. I didn't think I had the mental focus or stamina to do both copying and walking with 2 kids in tow before the application deadline this Wednesdsay. So Dan came to help, and we all met at the conveniently placed playground right in the middle.
weeeee!
Mama even got into the festivities and pushed one child while holding the other, just like a real live mother of two.
acting like a real mama
It was a little cold out, so babies were both dressed in mama-made knitwear. You can see Harvey's orange sweater in the picture above. Zion looked a bit more silly in his matching sweater, hat, and booties.
now write your number on this card but don't show it to me...
Yeah, I know, the hat is huge. There's a new appropriately sized one on the needles right now as we speak. It's progress will slow down significantly though as soon as I can get up and down the stairs with laundry.
It sure was nice to get outside, though I was pretty exhausted on the way home. Also, in the commotion setting up the infant car seat we forgot the overdue library books on the living room floor. Isn't that just the way? At least no one got soaked with projectile pooping.