from the zachary archives

don't remember exactly when this was taken. zach must be 3 or 4? i crack up every time i watch this. maybe it has something to do with the fact that he calls me a silly deuce. for those of you needing translation, that's silly goose.



hard to believe that little boy is going into 2nd grade. he missed his last week of 1st grade because he was sick--he was so bummed about that. all week he asked, "if i'm still sick on the last day can i pleeease go to school?"

i was sad for him that he wasn't able to go. on the last day of school i picked up his things from his classroom. curious, i looked through his writing books. one was a communication journal where he wrote back and forth with his teachers. he wrote about his favorite things to do and places to go. he asked his teachers questions about their families. it was sweet and the kind of stuff that makes a mama proud. the other was free choice writing where he wrote about fighting with his brothers. seriously. page after page he described fight after fight. he wrote about how mean his brothers are and how annoyed he gets with them. he also wrote about how they solved their problems and became friends again after the fight. awww, love that. although very different, i enjoyed reading both books. zachary is growing up. i wish i could freeze him at this age. he is so sweet and caring and kind-hearted. and that boy sure knows how to make his mama smile. even when he calls me a silly deuce.