- slice of cheese
- 8 dill pickle spears
- veggie hotdog
- cup of applesauce
He also tried cole slaw with dinner the other nite and absolutely loved it--what a joy that my son loves vegetables as much as he does!
One of his latest things is this:
We have a Laurie Berkner CD that we like to listen to, and song number 3 is Zach's favorite. It's a song that talks about a chimpanzee, an elephant, a parakeet and an alien--and without fail, as soon as he hears the first few notes of the song, Zach will blow air thru his pursed lips and make an elephant sound. And when the song talks about the chimpanzee swinging thru the trees, he points to the tree in our living room. AND I DIDN'T TEACH HIM THIS. It blows my mind.
It almost makes up for all the tantrums. :)
Ok, obsessed is maybe a little strong...but he definitely loves them.
One of his favorite bedtime books has become "There's a Wocket in my Pocket" by Dr. Seuss. One page reads: "And when I hear a tock, I know a Zlock's behind the clock" and without Chris or I teaching him, Zachary has begun to always point at the clock in his bedroom at that point. And now he points several times a day to the clocks in the kitchen, and I think he is saying "clock" when he does it.
At any rate, there is no doubt that my child is a genius. :)
JUST MY DOG
He is my other eyes that can see above
the clouds; my other ears that hear above
the winds. He is the part of me that can
reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over that
I am his reason for being: by the way he
rests against my leg; by the way he thumps
his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he
shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he
is not along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another man. With him,
I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a
private peace. He has brought me understanding
where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against
my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me...
whenever...wherever--in case I need him.
And I expect I will--as I always have.
This piece originally appeared in Tears & Laughter
THE BEST PLACE TO BURY A DOG
There is one best place to bury a dog.
If you bury him in this spot, he will
come to you when you call - come to you
over the grim, dim frontier of death,
and down the well-remembered path,
and to your side again.
And though you call a dozen living
dogs to heel, they shall not growl at
him, nor resent his coming,
for he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see
no lightest blade of grass bent by his
footfall, who hear no whimper, people
who may never really have had a dog.
Smile at them, for you shall know
something that is hidden from them,
and which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a good
dog is in the heart of his master.
- Ben Hur Lampman
from the Portland Oregonian Sept. 11, 1925
[AKA "If A Dog Be Well Remembered"]
[AKA "Where TO Bury A Dog"]
We had some unseasonably mild weather
today, so decided to get out of the house and
visit the animals at the zoo.
We saw the big horn sheep (up on their rock!)...
....penguins (getting their tank cleaned...pretty funny
to see 9 penguins running around in a herd while
the gals hosed out their tank)...
...Canada geese flying overhead (and honking up a storm)...
...and touched the concrete gorilla's ass (can I say that?)
What a darling little guy! (looking at more geese, I think)
Enjoying his independence--boy did he EVER!
Maybe pointing at the tigers...
And patted the concrete Komodo Dragon on the head.
It was a fun trip.