Here is a sort-of-quick video clip of Zach and I "coloring". I was trying to get him to say all his words so I can record them for posterity. I know I am going to forget what that tiny voice sounds like and that makes me sad. Of course yesterday in the car this sentence came out of my mouth, "I don't know what is wrong with your shoes Zachary, will you please just stop talking about it???"
Oh and I drew the stick figure drawings, which is the highly unfortunate side effect of coloring. He really wants ME to color and him to commentate on it. No thank you, that is how the rest of my life runs right now ("Mommy going potty", "I help my Mommy", "Mommy drinking milk", "Mommy shoot", "Hold you Mommy")
PS Yes, he is saying that is a picture of his baby sister. We don't know what we are having, baby-wise, but Zach is certain it is a baby sister. He looks thru my belly button and says "What is she doing?". I think it is because his only friend with a baby anything has a baby sister and he doesn't really understand the difference. We will find out come July if he is right!