who is that cutie playing with my stool? yep, it's zadia. let me tell you about my day yesterday...

first, a bunch of my friends came over to play
zoe, alexandra, zadia, and elodie. (only 10 months old and i'm quite the ladies' man already.)
first, a bunch of my friends came over to play
zoe, alexandra, zadia, and elodie. (only 10 months old and i'm quite the ladies' man already.)
when it was time for everyone to go, mama put me down for a nap... there i was, thinking my good day full of friends was over, but surprise! when i woke up, who was still there? zadia!! zadia's mama and papa went out to party like they used to, so zadia stayed with us for the whole evening!
now you think i would be excited about that, right? well, it turns out i'm not a ladies' man after all, but rather a bit of a mama's boy. when i woke from my nap and saw mama holding zadia, i got a little jealous and proceeded to cry for the next 45 minutes. mama said thank god zadia was a perfect little angel. this is a picture of her playing happily by herself while i cried my head off.
i finally did calm down though—mama says it was when papa came home and i could have someone's full attention at all times. then i was perfectly fine and zadia and i played together like the old friends we are.
sometimes i steal her toys.
but then i give them back.
and then i steal them again.
for dinnertime, we took turns eating in my awesome secondhand $10 ikea highchair. zadia was first, and man is she a champion eater! she eats everything in front of her and smiles the whole time.
unlike me, who is on a mandarin orange kick right now and can only be enticed to eat bites of other things in between orange slices. this is me searching through the 20 other things on my tray to find the oranges. [addendum: grampa just emailed and pointed out that by "eat" orange slices, i mean suck the juice out and spit the rest of the orange out. it's a fun, messy way to eat oranges. papa's thinking of investing in a juicer.]
i was a little distracted with zadia there, but did manage to lick my tray clean.

after dinner, we played a little more. and by played, i mean screamed. (i was a little hyper from all the oranges.)
then it was time for some dessert. zadia had her bottle.
now you think i would be excited about that, right? well, it turns out i'm not a ladies' man after all, but rather a bit of a mama's boy. when i woke from my nap and saw mama holding zadia, i got a little jealous and proceeded to cry for the next 45 minutes. mama said thank god zadia was a perfect little angel. this is a picture of her playing happily by herself while i cried my head off.
i finally did calm down though—mama says it was when papa came home and i could have someone's full attention at all times. then i was perfectly fine and zadia and i played together like the old friends we are.
sometimes i steal her toys.
but then i give them back.
and then i steal them again.
for dinnertime, we took turns eating in my awesome secondhand $10 ikea highchair. zadia was first, and man is she a champion eater! she eats everything in front of her and smiles the whole time.
unlike me, who is on a mandarin orange kick right now and can only be enticed to eat bites of other things in between orange slices. this is me searching through the 20 other things on my tray to find the oranges. [addendum: grampa just emailed and pointed out that by "eat" orange slices, i mean suck the juice out and spit the rest of the orange out. it's a fun, messy way to eat oranges. papa's thinking of investing in a juicer.]
i was a little distracted with zadia there, but did manage to lick my tray clean.
after dinner, we played a little more. and by played, i mean screamed. (i was a little hyper from all the oranges.)
then it was time for some dessert. zadia had her bottle.

