10 months

Zachariah is 10 months old now. He is changing everyday. Becoming more active, more independent, with an adorable personality just blossoming. Have I said before he is a happy baby? A VERY happy baby. I could not ask for better. I remember when we first got him, his nickname was Mr. Disagreeable. He was grouchy a LOT. Watching him now, gives me a lot of hope as I am not holding Mr. Disagreeable #2. Yep, that is what Talan has been named. I say that light heartedly, b/c I give them total credit for having every reason in the world for being disagreeable. I would be grouchy too living with someone I don't know.

Anyway.....I know everyone knows how much I love this little guy Zachariah. I love this guy!! My heart is filled with joy everytime I look at him. I always knew I would love any child that lived with us. I love children, and love being around them. I love holding babies. I just didn't imagine the gut wrenching, aching overwhelming love I would feel for him. Wow.

10 months. That is how old Noah was when Leah was born. 10 months and 1 week. I was pregnant and MISERABLE 9 months of his life. I was scared, overwhelmed, exhausted. I had a horrible pain in my back to where I couldn't even stand up holding him out of the chair when I was only 5 months along (I am pretty sure I injured that in labor with Noah b/c I felt the sharp pain when he was coming out, and it wasn't until after I had Rachel that it finally totally went away...my body finally had a chance to heal). I luckily got a cortizone shot and that part got better enough for me to function. I was so tired during all 3 of my kids 1st year of life, it is all such a blur to me. I wish I was blogging back then, so I could go back and relive it all again. I kinda feel like I am getting that chance now. When my kids became active, I just shuddered, that was more stuff for them to get into, more to make me tired. I hate it was that way. I truly thank God that I get the chance to do it over again. I get to just soak it up, enjoy it. Now, as he does new things, we all rejoice together. I just sit back and laugh...even when he knocks over the trashcan and drags trash ALL over the kitchen with his walker. I just laugh.

Zachariah loves faces. He loves to touch them all the time. I also loved how his reflection was in Clay's glasses in this picture.

This was when he was first learning how to stand up on his own.

Look at that smile...and how his eyes sparkle. He smiles ALL the time.

He still has these 3 wrapped around his fingers. If he is awake, they are almost always playing with him.

Such a big boy he is!

He is even beginning to have a few battle scars from toys, falling while standing...he is so active.

His head is full of soft beautiful curls. I love his hair.

He likes to just "hang" with the kids. He was helping Rachel play the Wii here.

I don't get him in this toy much anymore.....he wants to be on the go too much!

Rachel gets sent to time out sometimes for trying to play too rough with him, and not listening when we try to tell her no. He will always crawl over to her, sit beside her, and pat her on the arm, as if to say, come on, play with me again!

He is crawling like a pro, standing up holding on one handed, walking along the couch, runs in his walker.....I imagine by next month I will be reporting that he is walking!