Pop Pop Game

On one of the blogs I read, linked to this game, which Zach calls the Pop Pop Game. The game is really for older kids, as they are supposed to draw cards or roll dice and then jump on the appropriate letter/number/shape. I made it work for a 2 year old by making cards with a picture of the shape in the color it was on the floor and the numbers 1-5. Using an old piece of bubble wrap I had laying around I glued the pieces to it, cut them out and let him go. He now plays the game on his own, which mainly means he jumps on the pieces saying “Square!”, etc. 
I think I will make him another set in a few months with more numbers and letters. He is pretty good with numbers but he only knows the letter Z. Which I take FULL credit for since I cut his bread pieces into the letter Z. And I need to know that I have taught him more than saying “Come on people!” in the car and “Are you serious?” to random people in the grocery store. 

Cousins

My sister and Baby Charlotte flew in to spend the weekend with us and it was a good test run of having 2 children. And by good I mean terrifying. Baby Charlotte is 7 and 1/2 months old and cute as a button! Zach was fascinated with her and kept rolling around like she does, trying to kiss her and sharing his toys then grabbing them from her.
It also turned out to be a good thing that Chuck wears a helmet as he binged her a few times with books on accident. She was not the least bit disturbed.



This picture is an excellent portrayal of what our weekend was like.
Everyone is talking and moving and there is a dog running sprints around us
the entire time. 

Zoo – 2nd try

At the end of our last zoo incident I promised Zach we would go back to the zoo ASAP to see the seals. And I called on my friend Beth and Zach’s friend Sophie to join us. Who would NOT want to go to the zoo at 4pm in June? Luckily Beth is my type of gal, always looking for something to do with our kiddos in the afternoon, so she sweetly packed up Sophie and her baby sister Lily and off we went to the zoo. 
Turns out there are not many (aka zero) animals out at 4pm in June. Strange I know. But the kids got to see the seals and elephants who don’t care that it is 95 degrees out and we walked around and pretended we could see the other animals. Alex joined us around 5 and the three of them  played tag (or something) and splashed in the fountain. Luckily this time he did not let Zach get in the fountain, which is very surprising I know. 

About this time I was yelling for Zach to stop drinking the water, 
I had a perfectly good cup of water RIGHT HERE!

It’s for the baby

Whenever Zach comes across anything too small for him or anything he perceives as a baby toy, he says “I give this to the baby.” The other day I was stuffing his big head into a shirt that might have been a tad bit too small in the neck and Zach started yelling “Its for the baby! Its for the baby!” while stuck inside. I had to stop laughing long enough to force that head on through and tell him that after today, the shirt would be for the baby.

Honeybees say Buzzzz

The first day of June is annual “move up” day at Zach’s school, meaning he goes from being a Bluebonnet (18mos to 2 years) to a Honeybee (2-3 years). There was significantly less change with this move versus last year when he went from sleeping in a crib to sleeping on a mat and sat at a table to eat his lunch rather than in his own chair. He took to this his new room placement pretty well. He was a bear that entire week for me….but his teachers said he was delightful and very polite. 
Last week he said to me in the car, “Mommy, Honeybees say buzz!”. I asked if they did that when they walked around the school and he said only when they go outside. He does still call it “Miss Renee’s class” but he does seem to know that is where he belongs. 
Just for my fun, here are all the pics of Zach on his first day of school.
2011
 2010
2009 – I die. Where is this sweet, chubby boy?? 

Countdown is On

Today is my last days of work and we only have 3 more weeks until Baby Wall arrives!

Alex and I went to the doc on Monday for our final ultrasound and the baby looks huge. It is not, but considering the last time we saw him/her on the monitor his/her tiny body filled the screen. Now it just the head. Taking up the entire space. I am highly thankful I am having another C-section.

Per the measurements taken by the ultrasound tech, the baby is measuring a good week/two weeks ahead. I can confirm this by my excessive girth. With that info in hand, we decided to schedule the birth for July 7th. And by ‘we’ I mean Alex and I. Actually really just Alex. He had it all worked out – the 7th is far enough from the 4th to not have to share the holiday but I don’t want to be in the hospital over the weekend if at all possible and the 7th is a Thursday so I will be home by Sunday.

When my doc came in to see us I told her that we had a date and were ready to schedule the surgery. Here is how the conversation went:
Me: “Hi Dr. Faro! So I need to go ahead and schedule my C-section and we have a date picked out.”
Alex: “Kinsey! Isn’t the doctor supposed to tell us when we will schedule the due date?”
Dr. Faro (as she leans around me to look at Alex): “Usually. But with your wife, no.”
Back to me she says: “So tell me when you want to have this baby?”
I love her.

Baby Wall was not cooperating with a profile or 3D picture but we did get this super cute (though fuzzy) image of him/her grabbing its foot. Being the carrier, I do not appreciate this type of movement as this baby moves all.the.time and big movements, like the one below. Reassuring, yes. Comfortable, no.

My Papa

A few weeks back my Papa was in town visiting his other multitude of grandchildren and great-grandchildren who live in Houston and my sweet Aunt Vickie brought him on by to see us. He was formerly known as Big Papa since my dad is Papa Wayne and Zach couldn’t say it all. Now they are both just Papa. And everyone seems fine with that.
Zach is wearing the Easter shirt his Granny Marsh made for him and the bunny ears he made at school. The only way we could get him to smile and stop stone-facing the camera was to say “cheese pizza!” which you can totally tell he is at the end of saying in this photo.