Zadie is eleven months old!

Zadie loves the bath. While I fill the tub, she screams and pulls at the side, letting me know "I want to be in there!" When she sees Nolan in the tub, she goes ballistic. (We've tried the combo tub a few times but it's not really working out yet.) She stands at the tub's edge and tries to climb up and over. She has to be removed from the room and out of earshot of the running water. Her favorite thing to do in the tub? Point at the spout cover that has a picture of a sun and look at me so I can say "sunshine." Oh, and bang the toy cups together. Sunshine; bang, bang. Sunshine; bang, bang. It's like a little song.



Speaking of songs, I sing a little ditty to her:
She's an ittle, bittle baby
An ittle, bittle Zee.
She's my bittle, bittle lady
A bittle baby Zee.
When she hears it, her arms stick out like wings and she bobs them up and down, swings side to side and bops her body around. She also likes The White Stripes' "Now Mary." (One of Nolan's faves.)



She stands on her own a lot now. A few times she has let go of me and swung around to grab something else (cabinet door, couch, etc.) And while she's not taking a step, she's getting the idea. She has just started to do that walking thing where she holds on to your pointer fingers like handlebars and you walk behind her. (Also known as the "back-breaker." Cute, but punishing.)



Zadie, baby. Two dimples. Fuzzy little hair. Peaches and cream.