Another blog about Zachary's comments...

Today at about 4:30 pm Zachary finally woke up from his nap and I decided I would tackle the dishes in the sink. (So that it would appear as though I got something done around the house by the time Tyler makes it home from work.) I offered Zachary a snack and we settled on letting him have a powdered sugar doughnut. I began unloading the dishwasher (my least favorite of chores since it was one of my duties as a child...even though my Grandma typically did it when she brought us home from school, makes me miss her even more) Zach decided he would sit on the kitchen floor while I worked. Of course he had to tell me all about it, "I sit on the kitchen floor." He tells me about it because it is one of his options for eating locations. Our whole apartment is carpet except for a 6x3 foot location which is labeled "kitchen." Since Zachary sometimes feels the need to walk around while eating I allow him to do so on this tiled area, or shall I say linoleum. Anyways, I continued unloading while he ate. He finishes his doughnut and promptly asks me, "Mom, are you done?" Of course I quickly tell him, "No Zachary, I am not done. I won't be for a while because after I am done unloading I have to load the dishwasher as well." I see him go to the cabinet where the doughnuts are (not very hard since it's less than 2 inches from the open dish washer door) and he's peering in. I realize that he had asked me if I was done because he wanted another doughnut. I asked him if he needed one more and of course he gave a speedy reply of "yes!" I thought it was pretty sweet that he was asking me if I was done before asking for another doughnut. It's amazing the things they learn and pick up on. Lately we have been trying to make him wait at the table until Tyler and I are done eating. I'm sure it was from those situations that he understood to find out if "mom is done". Also, in the midst of my unloading and loading (which really wasn't THAT bad it's just a lot can happen in a short amount of time) Zachary was playing on our porch. Somehow he got some goopy dust?!? on his hand. I'm not quite sure where he found it, but at first I thought he had pinched his fingers in the door or something because he had let out a yelp. After calming down, which didn't take long because he didn't seem too distressed, he came over and showed me his hand. He held it up and said, "Kinda Gross." Of course I responded, "yeah that is kinda gross, let's go wash your hands." You have to realize why this kid screamed though. It is because he doesn't like to get his hands dirty. He's not a big fan of sand at the park. Nor does he enjoy putting his hands down on the concrete to stand up. He did learn very early on that you can dust your hands off by swiping them together, but alas he doesn't even enjoy that much anymore because it requires getting the other hand dirty. And this is all coming from the kid who thinks it would be fun to take the baby doll into the bathroom to wash her hands during nursery at church. I do have to emphasize the fact that he hasn't enjoyed the feel of sand or dirt on his hands from a very very early age. I remember when he was first walking and he fell at the park he hated the feel of the sand on his hands and this was around the time he was barely a year old. So, I'm going with it being nature more than nurture even though he has 2 very germ conscious parents.

*Picture of said "sand annoyance" on hands. Notice the distressed look on his face.*