This is my Monkey Man! We see this face alot.....so will you!Anyone who has spent 5 minutes with my family comes away thinking the same thing, "Zane!" Each of my children are fun and friendly. Zane just seems to stand out in the what he says and does. He is that child at the grocery store in a Flash costume, or that kid who goes toe-to-toe with Bill Cosby and says some funny stuff! Hopefully this post will grow as we remember more and experience more of these Zaney Moments!
What really can be said? Yes, that is Zane. No, this isn't a punishment.Leave my yard, says Yoda!
Neighborhood kids cut through our yard from time to time to take a trail through the woods. One day a group of kids cuts down our hill hung out in the woods for a minute and came back through the yard and onto the street. Zane watched them and finally flew out the door to chase after them. He was going through a huge Yoda phase at the time...picture him in Yoda garb, a gnarled stick for a cane, and very little 4 year old chasing down 3 gangsta-looking teenagers. And you now ask, "Did he talk the Yoda talk?" My reply....o yaaaaa!
This is the result of Zane feeding the cats...they LOVE him!A couple of houses away from ours is a green house. It sits at the top of our cul-de-sac and its where Zane takes his bike to the top of the hill to ride down. One day he went out to ride....as a pirate. Zane returned quickly and irritatedly asking me to help him find his Batman costume. I asked what was wrong, but he only ignored me and grumbled something about "they won't talk like that to Batman."
I watched Zane hop on his tricycle and tear tread up our street to the green house, where he hoped off and headed on foot up their driveway. And he was MAAAAD! And he was telling the teenagers that lived there what-for! I had no idea what he was saying but knew I needed to call him off! So I yelled for him to come home. He turned, said "WHAT?!" Then he dropped his head as he walked dejectedly to his bike and rode home.
As Zane got home, he let me know just how angry he was that I interupted his ride of revenge. He told me the kids had just made fun of him because he was dressed up as a pirate. I told him that that will happen if he wants to walk around in costumes, and people will stare and say things. However, if he likes it then he should do it and cannot go yelling at big kids. He turns and is obviously upset and says, "Mom! I have to defend myself! You have to let me defend myself! I don't like the green house brown family!"
I told you! Its almost like his face is stuck this way!Must've Been The Raccoons...
Tim left for work one morning, only to return 2 minutes later....carrying a mangled bike helmet. Zane's mangled bike helmet. Zane was laying next to me in bed (wasn't time to wake up yet) reading a Lego magazine. Tim tells Zane, "this is why you need to put your stuff away." Zane replied (without ever taking his eyes off the magazine) "I know Dad. I will Dad." Tim leaves, he's late. Zane then puts the magazine down and turns to me....."I KNOW I put that helmet away. It must've been the raccoons." And he continued to read....
He's Got Your Back, Mrs. Ortiz!
One of my favorite stories from this school year was retold to me by his teacher, Mrs. Ortiz. It was calendar time as the kids in the Pink room sat at Mrs. Ortiz's feet. She began by asking questions about the days of the week, getting the kids to conclude with this particular day's name and why it was her favorite day of the week. As Mrs. Ortiz lead the children to the answers with great questioning skills, various kids were yelling out of turn...they were still in training. When the question was asked, "Why was Friday Mrs. Ortiz's favorite day of the week?" Zane was sitting closest to his teacher and mumbled to himself...."So she doesn't have to hear YOU yell out for two days..."
He LOVES Mrs. Ortiz. Its an unbreakable bond....she will have him next year! Yay for looping!!!
Arrrrrgh!
Everyday for the past month or so, we have heard tails of adventure and intrigue from my son's Kindergarden class. He has had us sitting on the edge of our chairs at dinner with tales of Capt. Barnacle!! And then we dress like him! (Note to Ortiz...he'll do and learn ANYTHING, if there is a costume involved!)An Oxymoron???
This isn't a tale from Zane as much as it is a need-to-see visual of our Zaney Zane....
I believe this is what learn-ed literature folks might call an oxymoron.
