Pictures from new camera.

So... I recently got a new digital camera, and I can't be more excited. I took this picture tonight with the new camera and figured I would share it here. More will be posted later with the rest of the Oct. pictures.

Pictures

Hey everyone.

Just a quick note ... September pictures were added to the gallery.

http://www.holyort.net/gallery2/fam/Zander/Sept05/

Matt

The Great Pumpkin

Or rather, jack-o-lantern... picture taken just a few minutes ago.

(Thanks Annette for the very cute hand-me-down sweatshirt!)

No Freakin' Way

Way. Dude.

Thursday, in his bath, Zander showed he has the ferocity to take on a horde of mad ducks. Here he is seen making an example out of one to keep the others in line.


Friday, he climbed under a blanket. He learned that from the cats.

Err - or he rolled over and took a flap of blanket with him, from which he then peeked back at me: "Look at me, mom!"

Saturday was Zander's day of rest. Ours too, effectively.

Although we lack photographic evidence, Sunday he kept eyeing my inkle loom, which is currently strung with a project. He rolled toward it twice. I finally had to move it when he managed to grab the strings. He would have either pulled the strings off and/or pulled the loom down on top of himself.

Babyproof my house? What's that?

Also on Sunday - caught on camera this morning - when standing in front of his Leapfrog noisy toy (because he won't sit down), instead of playing with the buttons and other fun, colorful things it has, he IMMEDIATELY grabbed the top of it and proceeded to hoist himself up. Where the hell did he learn to do this?

Let me make it very clear - Zander cannot walk, crawl, or even sit up without some help staying balanced. So he's skipping all that and going straight from rolling to climbing?

No freakin' way.

Bananananana!

Yum!


And here's a Gratuitous Cute Picture:


Wait -- Zander says we can't forget this toes.

Where's the broom?

Zander did a whole lotta rolling yersterday. I lost count after seven rolls in the space of two or three minutes. If - when - I turn my back on him, he's somewhere else by the time I turn back. He's a ninja-baby.


(Here's the ninja-baby in his natural environment. Thank you to Grandma Terry's coworker Ross for the stylish yet warm outfit and Grandma Marilyn for the yummy blanket!)

If he could only figure out how his feet fit into the mobility equation, Matt and I would be in so much trouble sooner.


(A rare shot of his secret training regime.)

All ninja-babies need a break now and then. See the fingers and toes sticking out? That's so no one can sneak up on him while he sleeps.


(Thanks to Great Grandma Joan for the crochet blanket. This is his favorite blanket to sleep with.)

Mmm, mmm, good

Look mom, I can feed myself!