Whoa. Zachary is THREE.
THREE. How? How did that happen?
He is 30lbs and 3 feet tall!
He is IN LOVE with Toy Story, so naturally we had a Toy Story themed party for our little cowboy!
Instead of saying “excuse me” Zachary says, “Beep beep!”
“I seepy.” (I’m sleepy.)
He loves “puppy gogs” and loves to give “puppy gog kisses.” (He licks you in the face.)
He points blame at EVERYONE. “Audee did it! Daddy did it! Papa took Woody’s hat!”
Grandma Sherman told him to go get a “Ronald McDonald Frankenstien.” We all laughed, because how on earth was he to know what that was? Three seconds later he was back down stairs with Ronald McDonald Frankenstien in hand.
He LOVES Mama’s deodorant and is often found cuddling with it!
“Tickle my toes!”
He and Daddy were playing and he took Daddy’s sword away, “No, that’s bad, that hurts…I HIT YOU!” then he started hitting daddy with a sword, when Daddy grabbed a sword to block it, Zachary’s stick bounced back and hit him in the head.
He’s obsessed with putting all water stuffed animals in the “ocean.” Which is the stairs.
“I peed on my baseballs!” (Baseball underwear.)
“Frosty the Sherman” was a favorite during Christmas time. He was obsessed! When Mama got out her snowman wood decoration Zachary was upset that he didn’t have a hat. We were able to convince Zachary to do ANYTHING if it meant Frosty got a hat. “Do you want Frosty to have a hat?” “Yeah!” “Then you have to let Mama change your diaper!” “Okay!”
When we say something he doesn’t like he folds his arms across his chest and tells us, “Goodbye!”
He’s obsessed with the idea of everyone going to work. He wants to go to work too.
We took the kids swimming and Zachary instantly death gripped every bit of Mama’s very pregnant body he could while screaming, “I dying! I dying!”
Mama: Say, “Zachary Orlo Sherman.”
Zachary: Zachary Orlo COOKIES Sherman.
His prayers always include, “Cookies and candies.”
“I not ZZ! I Zachary Sherman!”
“PRETTY PLEASE GET ME MY BLANKIE NOW!”
“No me didn’t!”
Put Zachary down for bed, ten minutes later he comes down the stairs, “Good morning, mama! Daddy go to work? Good morning, mama!”
Me: Get back in bed, Zachary.
Zachary: I need cookies!
Zachary: I gotta pick apples!
He watched Mama feed baby Ruby and he told her, “Ew, boobs. I don’t wike boobs! Icky, baby! Boobs are icky!”