Dying Easter eggs

In other news...

...Georgia got an unscheduled bath last night because Zack decided it'd be a good idea to pour bubble-blowing solution on her. Because, you know, why not?

Non sequitur

Me: What did you have for lunch?

Zack: Tarantulas have 8 legs.

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Sunday afternoon chillin'

Serious pizza eating

Zack behind the lens

Every now and then Zack starts taking pictures with my phone. It's so interesting to see the results. And so far, he's taken my favorite pictures of me. Here's one of them.

Spring at NIH

Taking matters into his own hands

Yesterday Zack picked some flowers for me from the backyard. When we went inside, he told me that he wanted to put them in a vase with water. I was doing something else at the time and couldn't get him a vase right away, but told him that I'd get to it in a minute. This was apparently too long for him because the next thing I know, he's indignently punching both fists down by his side, and stomping into the living room while saying "Fine. I'LL take care of it". 

I kid you not. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing. 

And he did take care of it. He got out the four vases you see in the pictures (I didn't know he knew where they were), filled them with water, arranged the flowers in the vases, and arranged the vases on the table. 

It looks lovely. 

Perfect spring day

Yes, he fell in.

What are they teaching them in school these days?

I was lying with Zack as he was falling asleep tonight. He was asking about the hard parts in Georgia's ear and I was telling him about cartilage. All if a sudden he points to the vicinity of his knee and says "This is my gastrocnemius. Miss Karen says it's my gastrocnemius."  

Ummm...ok. I wasn't sure what to say, seeing as I had to look up both how to spell it and where it is (it's your calf muscle, just for the record.). 

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As long as he's comfy...