Leaps and Bounds

Gabe here. Our standard apologies for not posting more fully and promptly. I do hope you enjoyed the video that Ash posted last week. I like to call it, "Zerberts: Or, Attack of the Giant Bald Head." We certainly enjoyed making it. 

Grandma and Grandpa Spitzer just blew into town this weekend, and they brought wondrous things with them. The most extraordinary, by far, is pictured here. It is, in fact, Ezra's first hog. Grandpa John actually made this little beauty by hand, from scratch. 

Now, we Spitzers have never been accused of being mechanically inclined, handy with a table saw, or -- let's face it -- coordinated enough to assemble so much as a sandwich. But the good rabbi has found a calling in his retirement, and this woodworking gem is an absolutely amazing gift. Note the Ez/Easy wordplay, the Ohio license plate in back (not pictured) and splinter-free, unleaded paint detailing. Grandma did the paint job. When Ezra is a touch older I have no doubt he will treasure it. 

Another wonder they toted along: the Jumperoo. Since he was about a month old, Ezra has had quite a spring in his step. We've never been quite able to harness this power. We bought one of those jumpy thingies that hangs from the doorway, only to discover that none of our door frames fit it. So we returned it. But this ground-based model seems to be just what the doctor ordered. 

In other news, Ezra is making more progress in solid foods, but his weight gain still concerns us. Our doctor remains relentlessly upbeat. He keeps reassuring us that Ezra is extremely healthy, happy as hell, and hitting all of his developmental marks. We continue to counter with demands that he find something wrong: a tapeworm or meth habit. We are at a stalemate. So we're working on not sweating it. 

In general, Ezra smiles all the time, thinks his parents are hilarious, and is sleeping long stretches. He's like a little stoned person. It is a wonderful stage, and we're doing our best to drink it in. 

Much love, 

Gabe, Ash and Ez