Ohh, I thought of another one.. add on to earlier post

See that picture down below from this summer, the one with his "camera bagel".... yup that one. Kiddo likes to take pictures with anything that he can put across his eyes and pretend it's a camera. Today it was my Blue Bell ice cream stick (yummy yummy).. He held it up to his face, put it in front of his eyes and announced that he was taking my picture. "Mommy. Say cheese. I take your picture. See Mommy, look at your picture"... He does this with sticks, with food, with his harmonica, with a bagel... cracks me up every time.

Okay, now that I'm thinking. Something that he hardly does anymore but still does occasionally. At some point this summer he started grabbing his microphone and would shout into it "Twwwoooo Winners!!" Again and again and again. Don't know where he got this from. I figure some TV show. Yesterday he demonstrated while running up the Observation Hill at Town Lake Park that he knows what "I win" means as he exclaimed it as he got to the top before me (I let him win.).

Oh, and he is no longer Zachary-baby as of last week. He now calls himself Zacharyroni - like macaroni. I realize I've called him Zachary-doodle and Zachary-roni-like-a-pepperoni before but I guess he liked the last one. Now it's "Zacharyroni is going to get chocolate milk. Zacharyroni wants to play trains"... I'm sad that I probably never got him saying Zachary-baby on film. Sigh. A lifetime of sighs I guess.

Conversations

Conversations with Zachary these days are hilarious, entertaining and absolutely delightful. He is playing pretend, makes up situations, creates words and phrases all his own and also knows how to ham things up for a laugh.

Take yesterday. Greg and him are outside painting a little wooden biplane he got as a party favor. They are painting the wheels. Zachary calls the different wheels "milk" and "other side". That's what he calls, well, me or more precisely, my breasts. Milk and other side. And he's very particular about which is which. You can also ask him on himself and he'll consistently answer the same way (yes and for those of you who didn't know that we are still nursing at 28 months, get your jaws off the floor! It's not the end of the world!).

What else? Well, milkstache has morphed now into whatever he is drinking or eating + stache. "Mommy, I have a waterstache. I have a yogurtstache" Funny stuff. More. Roosters say "toot a tottle tooo". Last week we were playing playdough, his all time favorite activity right now and we made a few brown dogs with this press thing. I'm off in the side yard pulling weeds and he is squishing each of the brown dogs into butterflies and saying "Brown dog brown dog, what do you see? I see a brown butterfly looking at me"... he loves that book and we play "what do you see" all the time.

Oh, towels and tents and forts. The kid could live under a towel. He loves hiding. He loves being found. He yells "Found You" when you find him. He hides under the towel at the end of bath every night. He hides under the blankets on my bed. He rips off the throws from the couch and makes a fort between the chairs and hides there. He races across the room when I am folding sheets to hide under them.

Others: Eieio pants. That's what he calls any pants that are overalls or plaid/striped. Anything that looks like it could be Biscuit and Beauford from the Biscuit Brother pants. He loves them.

More later. I should go sleep. It's just that I'm constantly thinking about wonderful things to write down that Zachary does and I'm always super busy chasing him, playing, painting, chasing him some more, reading books, dealing with sleep, trying to make him sit and eat just a bite that I never get a good solid chance to sit down and write those fleeting but thrilling thoughts. That's the life of a parent.