Our little farmer

Okay he's not really a farmer at all, but I love little kids in overalls! Once I added the sepia tone to the picture it made me think he was on a farm somewhere, rather than in our backyard where the only things growing are weeds where the grass should be and grass where the barkdust should be.

Zay still isn't talking much, but he's working on learning some new signs. He can do milk, more, book, and all done pretty consistently. He also made up his own sign for mad. Sort of. I didn't want to be yelling at him all the time (just some of the time...) so when he frustrates me I clench my fists and sort of growl at no one in particular. Then one day we were reading a book and a cartoon guy in the book was mad and when Isaiah saw it he clenched his fists and growled. It was pretty funny. So he does that whenever he hears the word "mad" but it's always with a smile while he waits for us to laugh at his adorableness!