Christmas

We came to Burley for Christmas this year. Zach was so excited to finally get to play with all the shiny boxes under the tree that we've been telling him not to touch for a few weeks. His grandparents and uncle were also very excited to have him there. Little kids make Christmas fun. Or more fun, anyway.

His Grandma and Grandpa Pearson gave him a John Deere tractor and he loved it. He "drove" it around all day. A farm boy, just like his daddy.

We also got a TON of snow in Burley. Duane and his dad spent half of Christmas day digging out his dad's pickup, their driveway, and then rescuing a bunch of other people that'd gotten stuck. It pays to have a nice big loader. (Side note: When Duane and I got married, a tractor was a tractor. But I've soon learned that they've all got different names like, loaders, excavaters, backhoes, harvesters, etc.) Even though they all look pretty much the same to me!

What can I say other than Cute?

The other day we laid Zach Attack down for his nap, but he didn't go to sleep. Duane was out in the front room with me playing his guitar and I don't remember what I was doing, but we could hear Zach in there playing and babbling, just doinking around, so after about half an hour I asked Duane to get Zach out of his bed. Duane went in and serenaded Z, and this was the result. My favorite part is when he starts shaking his little arm. He's so funny, anytime he hears music, he shakes his little booty. The arm shaking is a recent acquisition, by the way.

I know I posted earlier about his talking, but Zach is such a jabber monster! He walks around jibbering in his own little language and he'll have actual conversations with us, even though we can't understand a word. He does say words, though. His list includes: bye bye, dada, mama, uh-oh (as you'll see. He's just started to throw things on purpose and say "uh oh" and it's so adorable), thank you, more, amen, door, star, no (of course), and yeah yeah and yay. I'm drawing a blank, but I think that's all. He gets more fun every day. Sigh. What a proud little mommy I am.

Let It Snow Baby!

Daddy squished a snowball and handed it to Zach Attack

Again, this isn't Zach's first snowfall, but last year he was a little lump that we carted around in his carseat, most of the time covered with a blanket. So yesterday we bundled him up and walked out our front door with him to watch him explore the fluffy whiteness. I love to see the curious expression on his face as he's trying to figure out new things and I wasn't disappointed this time to see it on his face, followed by smiles as he decided he liked the new white stuff.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree

This isn't Zach's first Christmas, but it's the first time he's been interactive enough to figure out that something different and special is going on. We put up our tree shortly after Thanksgiving, (and can I just say that I LOVE Christmas!) He had fun with the tree after it was put up, and he's done pretty well listening not to touch it, though he's broken one ornament and he likes to pull the bows off of the presents. The other night Daddy said, "Zach get away from the tree please," and Zach went around saying "Away! Away!" the rest of the night. Ah, a new word. It's cute. He's so fun. And Zach plays a game with us. He knows he's not supposed to touch the tree or the presents, so he'll reach his little hand out and glance over at us to make sure we can see him, and we say "no no," and he'll smirk and pull his hand away only to reach it back out. He's teasing us already! Little Stinker!