Thursday, March 08, 2007

Zachary is Two!: Son of Zachary is One

In honor of the officially THIRD MARCH 9 THAT ZACHARY HAS EXPERIENCED ON THIS PLANET, I’m going to share a few golden rays of his sunshine and a little poem I writ for’im and recited at his party:

* Kel and I have become so effectively interchangeable for Z that he ususally calls us “moddy” or “dammy.” He’s not one to play favorites; it means “whoever’s closest.” But in a nice way. 

* Lesson lately learned: If a small child claims to have jammed a piece of cereal up his nose, even if you can’t see, with a flashlight, a piece of cereal jammed up that small child’s nose, there is no reason to believe that the small child really has not jammed cereal up his nose, at least until he has actually sneezed a bloody hunk of Kix out of his nose. If this is what they mean by “kid tested,” I shudder to think what they mean by “mother approved.” (although that wiki entry referencing polonium does give one pause all by itself.)

* At the birthday party, Z was eager to blow out his “2” candle and did so with aplomb and without spitting. Everyone cheered and some started calling for him to make a speech. Kel asked him, Do you want to make a speech? He answered, Yeah. Kel announced that Zach would be making a speech and all fell quiet to hear him tell us: “Have Cake.” That boy knows how to cut to the chase, doesn’t he?

And with that, some photos:

Zach waking up with crrraaayyyzzzeeee hair!!!!!:

Zach testing out the goods - enormous playkitchen:

Zach anticipating birthday cake, which he seems to have a pretty good handle on as a general concept:

Zach demonstrating the amount of wine consumed at the party:

And with that, a poem I writ for the occasion:

Zachary Is Two

Two is a lot
for a fellow to be
It is hip, it is hot
You can take it from me
It’s one hundered percent
more than one ever was
It’s as big as a tent
It is down with the buzz
It’s a new word a day
It is shaking a fence
It is catching a ray
from the sun in a lens
Two turns running to chasing
and couches to forts
Two is mirrors you’re facing
and failures and thwarts
Two climbs onto tables
Two climbs out of cribs
both willing and able
to rip off its bib
Two’s asking for bacon
Two’s into the paste
Two’s thirst is not slaking
Two just wants a taste
Two never will fake it
Two’s squealing with joy
Two’s toddling naked
(I think it’s a boy)
Two’s packed to the rafters
with all that is new
so join in the laughter
‘cause Zachary’s two!

That’ll haveta holdja.  I’m off to Tequilacon on saturday, and sunday I may not feel like talking much.