My Face Hurts

Life can be challenging when you are chronically psyched. I know this because I am living that life. When I thought things couldn't get better, I began to crawl. Now I do what I want, when I want, and the only thing that can stop me are these metal gate things that mom and dad put up in the doorways of my play room. Being able to move around and take command of my own life has been awesome for so many reasons. Because of this new found freedom, I am one happy dood. So, I am always smiling and laughing, hence the reason my face hurts. Ouch.

Learning about being a farmer on my toy farm.

Awkward Smile.

Ahhh. It's so funny it hurts!

Smiling.

Hehe. Smiling with my face.

Smiling. In the farm. With an Egg.

Heyyy buddie.

Can you get the drool of my chin, please.

I am strong, like a bull.

November Weekend in Rochaachaaachaaaa

My name is Zane,
I live the insane,
I like to eat da fruit,
And I support the troops.

It was one November day,
I was hanging around,
And baba's friend Karin,
Said she was in town.

She came to see the Z,
We hugged until we were sore,
Then she left,
Cause she had to doctor more.

Next up qas Brunchie sunday,
For friends of mom and dad,
We partied the day away,
When we left I was sad.

Good times were had,
Memories were made,
I partied my face off,
By drinking lemonade.

November's half done,
The rest is going to rule,
I can't wait to party,
With the family and my drool.

That is all.

Sucking on some Papaya

Jay, me, and Ali at Brunchie Sunday.

Mommie and the kid.

What be the deal with the cloth?

There is a toitle on the cloth. What?!

Marta, Zack, and me at Brunchie Sunday.

Eating is for fools. I chow.

Me and my baba wear hoodies because we can.

Mom is psyched. I am handsome like no otha'.

Let me out of jail. I already paid my $200 and I did not pass GO.

I kid. I kid. Just let me out, PLEASE.

Why did you lock me in here with this ferocious beast?!

Look, Karin is Swedish and so am I!

This is me on a blanket trying to escape said blanket.

Philly, NYC, Hallowween and More!! I'm a CHICKEN!

I am a people person. That pretty much sums up my life. I visit people. I hang out with people. I talk to people. That should have been obvious throughout my blog thus far, but even more obvious in this entry. I am a jet setter.

Over the past few weeks I had the opportunity to visit friends in NYC and Philadelphia and we had an amazing time. I went trick-or-treating and I dressed up as a chicken! I saw Uncle Neil rung the NYC marathon too! It was cool to see so many people running when all I can do is crawl. I saw mom's friend Jen and her husband Brad in Philly...they're pregnant! It was so exciting to go shopping for baby stuff with them because I knew all the right stuff to buy. I was a big help, I know it. I also got to see great grandpa Harold and his nurses daughter, who is my age!

Aint Life Swell.....

Me, mommie, and Arianna

Grandma Karen loving me.

Grandpa Harold, mommie, and me!

Me and mommie!

I love riding on heads!

me and mommie in the city.

Grandma's friends from Italy before the NYC marathon...

Gratzi! Prego!

Cluck. Cluck. Cluck

Hello Grandpa.

Cluck cluck cluckeroo.

Swimming is swell.

Swell is swimming.

Raise your hand if you have big brown eyes.

Brad is practicing reading to babies.

Jen is practicing playing with babies.

I cross my feet because I can.

Love party, population me.

Me and Jen!

Alyssa (friend from camp) and the clucker.

At the museum for Halloweeeeeen!

When I am a grown up chicken I'm gonna eat you.

Rochester Alumnus Chicken Party.

swimming, grandpa's concert, visiting with henry and a fernwood reunion!

As it turns out, things have been so crazy that my slave who types this blog for me (baba) has not been updating it even though I have been asking him to. Mom has also been asking him to do it but he hasn't done it. Can we get a "boooooo" from the readership?! Thank you.

Now moving on, this is what happened approximately 2 weeks ago before we left Connecticut:
1. I went swimming at the Jewish Community Center. I am pretty sure that not everyone there was Jewish.

2. I listened to Grandma Mark and his music group. I was enlightened by the classical music, like whoa.

3. I met up with my friend Grandpa Henry. I call him Grandpa because he is 3 days older than me. We went to this inZane play zone where there was a ball pit, a zip line, swings, and more! I asked mom if she would sell me to the circus and she chuckled and said "no." I wasn't kidding, I DO want to join the circus.

4. I met up with Dina, moms friend from growing up. I told her that she should consider marrying me but she declined. I don't know if she knows, but, what I know is that I have a bib that says "stud" on it. Rekonize.

5. I achieved maximum play time at the Grandparents Weinstein. I did things like pull myself up on a play table, stack legos, and even put dog hair in my mouth. Dosa's licorice fur tastes better than Nemi's chocolate fur.

6. I went to a reunion! It was a Camp Fernwood party where there were Fernwood legends. It was cool to meet moms camp friends but even cooler to meet all of their kids. Everyone was so nice to me and I got to see Grandpa Henry there too! I can't wait to go to Fernwood next summer!

Swimming. Where's all the Jews?!

Being Handsome and swinging.



Getting enlightened.

Ball Pit. Doods x2. Ultimate Fun.

Hey Henry, what's up, dood?

Whoa, Henry, we are like really swinging, man...

Zip Line. Bring on the rainforest.

Mom likes super-play time!

Henrrrryyyyy! I said no more ass grabsies.

Ow! I'm sorry for saying ass!

Hey Dina, I know this guy who is really cool....

Mom, please direct me to the golden skull.

Is that Nemi and Dosa's mom?

Me and Grandpa, learning at the museum.

Legos. It's what cool kids do.

Stacking them like pancakes.

I have big eyes and a big heart too.

Brush your hair dad, you look like a bum.

4 doods on the floor.

Camp Friends 4 eva.

Just the guys at the reunion.

Fernwood Party Time!

KidZ Photo! Wooooooooooo!

MomZ and KidZ Photo!!!!