Go to Bed Zayd

So it's 12:20AM, and my child is clapping in his crib and having a really heated debate with himself in baby talk. Go to bed Zayd! I know it's my fault. We spent the night over a friend's house last night, and we went to an amazing dinner party tonight. I know he's already off of his loosely based schedule. I guess that's why I've settled on just sitting in his room with him until he eventually falls out. Okay, he's back in protest mode. He just threw his blanket out of the crib. Now he has decided to lay down and kick the slates. Go to bed Zayd!



Okay, he's back up trying to be cute and social. I'm so not falling for it. Now he is running back and forth in his crib screaming and bouncing on his mattress. I'm going to bed. My kid is drunk with fatigue.. Goodnight Zayd. No, I don't want to talk to you right now. Maybe in the morning. Yes, you are really cute. No, I'm not picking you up. No, I'm not laughing with you. Yes, that is a wonderful trick; It will be even better when the sun comes up. You look like a little pacing penguin. You are delirious child. I'm going to bed. You are on your own man. Go to bed Zayd.

First Haircut

Zayd got his first hair cut on August 23. He totally cried like a baby . I was more so happy that I wouldn't have to fight with him to comb his hair any more. The barber wasn't really trying to "feel" my vision, but after a few talks and some animated gestures, he succeeded in giving Zayd the ultimate baby fro-hawk. I think my kid looks like a rock star.

Before
He knew something was going on, just not quite what.
The comb was never really his friend.
Oh the agony.
I think he hated all of us at this point.
After

Introducing the new Zayd, aka "Butt Butt", aka "This Is Why I'm Hot", aka " Stunt Man".

Zayd's Year in Pictures

August 20, 2007

September 2007

October 2007

November 2007

December 2007

January 2008



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May 2008

June 2008

July 2008

August 2008

Happy Birthday Zayd!

I am the proud mother of a rambuncous, running, walking, stumbling, daredevil, two-toothed, moody like his mama, jokes in baby language telling, super social, lover of all fine foods (fine meaning seasoned real good), wild haired, screaming at the top of his lungs with joy, still not sleeping through the nighting, diaper taking offing, smart as he wants to be, sweet kissing, fearless, beautiful brown eyed,
little boy.

Happy Birthday Zayd.
You truly are the best of me.

P.S. - Mommy promises to update your blog more. It would be a little easier if you'd stop "helping" me type.