Betrayal

Today, I have been betrayed by my own child. It must be the influence of his father, of that I'm sure. I'm sure everyone reading this knows by now that I'm a huge NASCAR fan. So today we were watching the race at Watkins Glen. It was quite exciting, Dale Junior was close to the front until a dreadful engine failure. That was quite the bummer. So, my little boy was playing with his toys and barely watching the race. Ryan was flipping the channels between the race and a tennis tournament (Federer was down a set - exciting stuff in the U.S. Open series). Then the unthinkable happened: Zachary came over to me and said "I want to watch golf." OMG, is this MY child???? Ryan beamed as if he'd won the lottery, in a way he did. So we watched golf. My own child chose golf over NASCAR and tennis? My heart is just broken.

After dinner (yummy spaghetti - my Mom was here!), we went out to the golf course to play around and let the dog run. Ryan and Zachary like to go to this one green and play around with a few balls. Zachary has his own set of clubs (Snoopy ones, so cute!) and likes to bat the ball around some. Don't get too excited, his skill level isn't anywhere near prodigy, but he's having fun and that's all that matters. So we were there, Ryan was practicing his chipping, Zachary was "putting" the ball. Zachary looked up at me and said "I'll be like Tiger Woods" and then putted a ball. Later he said "I'll be like Ernie Els" and then "I'll be like Scott Verplank" - what is my husband teaching this kid??? When we got home they watched the rest of the tournament. Tiger Woods won. Oh, and Zachary can tell you that Tiger Woods always wears red on Sundays.

When I was putting him down tonight we had a discussion about the days of the week. I've never taught him about the days of the week, not for any particular reason other than we just haven't gotten to it. We've really been working on letter sounds and he is practically reading already, so I'm not too worried about the days of the week. However, the talk of Tiger and Sundays seemed like a good segue, so I pulled out our trusty book "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" and talked with him about the days of week. At first he thought it was monday, tuesday, and 'threesday', until I expained it further. Too adorable.

This morning we took the little boat out for a spin to 'the island' as the locals call it, AKA Shell Island. My mom was here and we had a great time.

Zachary had a blast playing in the water.

Here is my mom, watching Ryan, and Zachary (now wearing his life jacket) frolic in the water.

And here I am with Zachary. Gosh, I've been eating too much cake!