Songs

Zack loves life. He likes to run in circles and get really dirty. That's dirt around his eye in case you were wondering. He loves to sing songs. His favorite is Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. "Twinkle star, twinkle star, how I wonder what choo are." And ABCs "Abcdefg, wxy and z. Next time sing with me." I love how he doesn't quite have the words right and how he skips right over half the alphabet. I know he'll get it right someday, so the mistakes just make me smile. Zack also likes to sing his own songs. The ones he makes up on the fly. I love these too. My all time favorite is "Benny Ben, don't cy" that he sings to Ben in the car. Ben likes it too, and usually stops crying right away.

Tonight, Zack made up a brand new song. I was putting him to bed, and he asked me to help him close his eyes. I wasn't sure what he meant, but it soon was obvious he wanted me to lay by him. I told him just for a minute. He wrapped his little chubby hands around my neck and smiled. "I hug you momma. I hug and kiss you." So sweet. He backed away and looked at my face, putting his hands on my cheeks. I started singing a good night song and he said "No, momma, I sing my own song. I stopped singing and listened for his song. It went like this "Stinky pants, you are a stinky pants." He giggled and I giggled. I declared that my pants were in fact not stinky and he laughed and sang his song again.

What a silly boy!