Countdown to perfection

This title comes from someone's belief that 3 year old boys are perfection. We'll see about that. 

We had our first parent-teacher conference the other week. We got a glowing report on our little guy--he's performing as expected, progressing as expected, he is a happy, social little boy, he likes to help everyone in the class clean up when it's time (wait---were they talking about Zack? They might have been confused there). He's on-target with potty training, but they suggested he might be ready to push it a little bit and try underwear. He's doing appropriate pre-reading behavior like sitting and looking and "reading" lots of books. (Sidenote: before bed, he hands me a book and tells me to read it while he's reading another one). One of his teachers commented that he was very smart---with a tone in her voice like we might be in a lot of trouble. All in all, they are happy having him in their school, and we are very happy to have him there.

He's showing the first signs of understanding gender. We were doing something in the kitchen the other night. All of a sudden he put a dish towel on his head (like hair. Sound familiar, Mom?), and said "Zack not a boy. I a girl." Then he put it on my head and said "Mommy not a boy, Mommy a girl."

His pronunciation of some words is changing, usually making him easier to understand. Usually. Unfortunately, the morphing of his pronunciation means that "octopus" sounds exactly the same as "applesauce" so context clues are still quite useful. He's got lots more expressions that he throws in here and there, like "Know what?", "Lookit, Daddy", "Not yet", "Try to get me", and ending sentences with "...,right?"

He's also getting much clearer about expressing his opinions of things (of which he has many. Opinions, that is). He's getting very good at telling other kids "Don't X me"---you can insert push, hit, etc. for X. We're happy about this, as more often words are replacing him hitting/pushing/biting back. This also means that as I guide him out of the drugstore so that he doesn't run into someone, he'll say (very loudly) "Don't hit me, Mommy!!!"

He went to his first two birthday parties last weekend and had a lot of fun. Rob took him to the bowling party on Saturday--there was much to report when he got home. I took him to our neighbors' daughter's first birthday the next day, which was also a big hit.

Last night after I turned out Zack's light at bedtime, I realized that I had to go back downstairs for something. While I was down there, I popped a chocolate in my mouth. Of course, Zack wanted to know what I was eating.
A cough drop.
Can Zachary have a cough drop?
No, they're not for kids. Besides you're not coughing.
See, I coughing, I sick. Can I have medicine? 

 
It's seems like there must be much more I'm leaving out, but this is all I've got for the moment. He continues to be a very busy boy, who loves trucks, Play-doh, animals, rockets, and dinosaurs. He thinks of others ("Mommy have cake, too"), and uses Please and Thank You on a regular basis. He's got a crazy sense of humor and loves to laugh. And he doesn't miss a thing.

Maybe he does have a chance of being perfect in less than a week. 

Time is relative

I was one of many chaperones on Zack's recent class trip to the Baltimore Aquarium. When they first gave us the itinerary, I thought that it wouldn't be enough time to do anything. Two and a half hours for lunch, a dolphin show and exploring??? But as we were boarding the bus to head home, that seemed like plenty of time, particularly when spent in the company of about 35 pre-schoolers!

It also gave me a new-found appreciation for all of Zack's teachers. I'm planning on nominating them all for sainthood.

It was so much fun to go along on the trip. I talked to him about the trip as I was getting him dressed that morning, and I told him I was going to go, too. His face lit up at that, and he incredulously said "Mommy's going to go see the fishies, too??!!" like that was the coolest thing ever. Then for the entire 15 minute trip to his school he sat in the back saying "Going to see the fishies? Going to see the fishies? Mommy, going to see the fishies?"

He had a blast. He was excited about being on a bus. He was excited about seeing the dolphin show (though 25 minutes is too long for his age group), he was excited about the rays, sharks, fish, eels, and turtles we saw. He really spends time looking at things, too, to the point where I kind of had to keep him moving so that we could get through the exhibit and not miss the bus. Every now and then he'd see a fish by itself and he'd say "The fish is talking." I asked what it was saying. "Mommy, mommy, where are you???"

And just for the record, Zack was the only one on the trip who NEEDED a fork to eat his pizza, so his fingers didn't get dirty. He wouldn't eat anything otherwise. 

I tried taking pictures but was pretty much foiled because (1) I was using my phone, (2) I forgot aquariums are dark, and (3) Zack moves too fast. So imagine him as cute as ever, just in front of a bunch of tanks of fish.

We'll definitely have to go back as a family to spend more time.