Zach was given this towel as a gift before he was born, and I love to put him in it after his bath. He, however, really would prefer to NOT have it on his head. I don’t care as it is freakin’ darling and he is wearing it until his head gets too big for me to shove in there. Which actually might be soon. No worries, I have a giraffe towel waiting in the wings.
Seriously, I think Zach may be the schoolyard bully. And why does this not disturb me? Those of you with psychology degrees, get to thinking about that while I explain.
This weekend at the wedding in Austin Zach and his friend Tyler were put down on the floor together to “play”. Now, Zach’s teachers have explained to me that at this age they really don’t play together. They are just starting to figure out that each other is there and usually just play with toys in the vicinity of each other. However, my child seems to have figured out that Tyler is there and that he has stuff that Zach wants. This is not the first incident of Zach stealing things from Tyler, and I assume it will not be the last. This time it was Tyler’s blanket. Zach repeatedly stole it from Tyler, the held it out of his reach! Poor Tyler is not used to these shenanigans and was not the least bit pleased, which is understandable!
Two weeks ago at school we got a note saying the following: “Zach really enjoyed playing with the Fill It bucket (dumping things out and putting them back in) and when his little friends came over to “help” he squealed as if to say “I can do it myself!”. Why do I think that he was really squealing “Back OFF this is MINE!”
My mother always said that I would have a child like myself as payback and I thought that since Zach is a happy baby (unlike me) that she was wrong and I had foiled the system. As usual, she is right, just in a different way. Have I mentioned that I HATE to share? That I steal things from my little sister even now? That when Alex asks me for 2 Cheez-its I scowl at him like he is asking for blood? Darn, I think we are in trouble.
This weekend Zach attended (uninvited) his first wedding. We drove to Austin on Saturday and then out to the wedding in Driftwood, which is 30 minutes outside of Austin. He really did great, which was shocking to all concerned considering we didn’t leave the wedding until 9pm. That is 2.5 hours past his bedtime if you are counting. It was highly helpful that there were plenty of people to talk too, glasses to grab and grandparents to carry him around the entire evening. I am sure the bride was glad we left as Zach and his friend Tyler were a big draw – and you know I dislike anyone, even my own child, stealing any bride’s thunder.
One of my favorite Chris Rock lines goes something like this “If you have a daughter, as her father your only goal is to keep her off the pole.” I love it, and am really glad that I don’t have to worry about Zach pursuing that line of busines….at least I thought I didn’t have too until I saw how he really took to this pole at a resturant. He wrapped those chubby hands and legs around the pole and attempted to shimmy on up. This could be a bad sign.
Alex, Zach and I walked with Liv and some other friends, two weekends ago in the Komen Race for the Cure. We attempted to do the Family Walk, but somehow missed it in the hords of people lining up for the 5K. So we walked a bit of the 5K until Zach had his fill and we took him home to nap. He really was more pleased than he looks in these pictures.
As I typed the title of this post I thought of all the other moms doing the same, either on their blog, Facebook or just a folder of their pics of their children in a pumpkin patch. It seems to be THE thing to do with a little kid, so of course I was all over it. I drug Alex and Zach to St. Luke’s pumpkin patch this weekend to get my fill of pictures of my baby with pumpkins. It finally got cold enough to not have him in a swimsuit next to the pumpkins but in his snappy plaid shirt and jeans. In true Alex & Kinsey Wall style, we were there for no more than 15 minutes, took about 20 pictures and left $18.50 poorer, but with me 100% giddier. Totally worth it for 5 pumpkins and a lifetime of memories, I say, however Alex begs to differ….
Similar to me putting Zach in the laundry basket in the kitchen while I cooked, I now just open up a cabinet and let him go to town. The drawer slides in and out (in and out – in and out) and is filled with all sorts of plastic containers. He seems to think that he is doing something wrong, as evidenced by the first photo, as it is just soooo much fun it couldn’t possibly be right!