Malcolm enjoys the exersaucer ~ Photo taken by Aunt Jane, who is visiting this weekend
Our Baby Z is a happy, animated and verbose little big boy. At six months, he is sitting a little on his own (hands on feet for stability), rolling when he deems it necessary, and talking up a storm. He loves to watch Colin, Keith and Evelyn play around him - this we know not just because he chatters, smiles and gurgles at them, but because he also has a distinctive karate-chop movement he makes with his left arm when he is really chuffed about something. Every morning, he spends a few minutes basking in Evelyn's devoted attention while lying in her bed. He looks around excitedly and giggles when you ask him to find Sprocket. He still loves nothing more than to have a good sleep on Daddy's shoulder. His siblings are gentle and loving towards him.
He'll soon outgrow his 9 month clothes, and while I grudgingly accept that he's growing up fast, I am in awe of how strong he is, how much is going on inside that fuzzy little head, and how determined he is to be a part of the family life he sees around him. He is alert, engaged and still quite demanding... but, oh, so cute. And now I know that one day, he won't fit quite as nicely into that curve under my chin, so I make no apologies for holding him a little tighter and a little longer.
Malcolm, we love you so!
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