Last week we played hooky from school and work and took a family trip to the zoo. The next day I worked the book fair at ZZ’s school. When his class came into the fair, his teacher came up to me and after saying hi, the first thing she said was, “Did you guys go to the zoo yesterday?” Busted!
Tackle could refer to either of two things at our house: fishing gear, or football. This past Sunday, it was of the contact sport variety.
Do you see that he’s missing a string? Obviously the guitar gets a lot of use.
An impromptu concert broke out in my kitchen last night as I cooked dinner. I’m sorry, dear readers, that you missed it, because when he becomes famous? The concerts are no longer going to be free.
Check out the guitar picking style of my boy:
He might have been a bit pitchy, dog, but there’s no denying the style. I’m a fan.
ZZ and fellow superhero/cousin strategizing with Auntie R on their next Big Caper. Saving the planet is just one of the many things we do around here on the weekends.
Have I told you the boy likes his chocolate?
I mean really, really likes his chocolate?
So much so that this could go on forever?
Ahh, chocolate.
Taken yesterday at the Morton Arboretum on a short hike. We were hunting bad guys in the forest, and by bad guys I mean of the fairy tale variety. Talking alligators, bears – that sort of thing. Note the dagger tucked into the jacket tied around his waist. The dagger was found in the woods, and is now sitting next to his car seat in my car.
A low-tech phone camera picture this week, but hey – we were gardening. In March. Wearing short sleeves. Sweating. Did I mention it’s March? Such sweet relief after a long, snowy winter.
Last year, our first season of gardening with ZZ, he was dismayed to learn that worms would be occupying the same plot of space as the plants that grew his beloved cucumbers. Specifically, he said, “EWWWWWWWW!!” This year he’s delighted with the worms, which is good because they are plentiful. He’s inspecting a sample here to make sure they are sufficiently wiggly.
Holy bananas, folks. The ground in the garden is dry enough to plant. This means we will have FRESH arugula in 35 days. Or thereabouts.
Can I get a Hell Yes?!
A few weeks back, I posted on my Facebook page that I woke up to ZZ’s foot in my ear. It isn’t an uncommon occurrence:
ZZ starts the night in his bed, but more often than not he finds his way over to mine sometime before morning. For the most part, I’m okay with that. Sometimes he giggles when he crawls under the covers, as if he’s won a prize. Most of the time he snuggles into my arm, yawns, and falls right back into a deep sleep.
But when his feet start hoarding in on my pillow? Yeah, that part I could do without!
