My awesome oldest boy, Zachary, has casually mentioned a few times that he does not have a special category on my blog. And I’ve decided to change that. So, welcome to Zach’s Zone.
It pains me to think that I might’ve hurt his feelings by having a Moments with Eli category, but nothing dedicated to Zach. I swear I never meant to leave him out. Zach’s kind of like I was as a child: quieter, subdued, more comfortable behind the scenes than on stage. Because of that, he’s not as apt to just blurt off the first thing that pops into his head (unlike Eli, which is one reason he provides so much humorous content). And even if Zach did do that, I might not write about it immediately. Because he’s nearly a teenager, I want to respect his privacy and not share things without making sure it’s OK first. And because of his private nature, I never imagined he’d want a feature on my blog anyhow.
But I was wrong, and I am woman enough to admit it. Zach makes me laugh quite often, too, but his is a different sense of humor from Eli’s all-out nuttiness. I love, love, love how, as Zach’s getting older, he gets more sophisticated jokes, and is really starting to notice the little subtleties of life that can create the funniest moments of all. He can also be really dry with his delivery, another trait he inherited from his Old Ma.
Man, I love that kid. (How’d I get so lucky to be blessed with three amazing sons?)
Anyway, we were working on a science lesson together last week, and were discussing the role of the alveoli in the lungs. He had a bit of trouble with the pronunciation, and instead of pronouncing it correctly, we made it rhyme with “ravioli” because, hey, it’s fun. And we’re radical rebel homeschoolers—we can pronounce it however we want to! (Just kidding. Sort of.)
So we’re amusing ourselves greatly, reading each “AL-ve-O-leeee” with horrendously exaggerated Italian accents, when Zach says dryly, “When I have a son, I’m going to name him “Alveoli”. Alveoli Apted. And I’m not going to give him a middle name, so he’ll have no other options.”
Maybe you had to be there, but holy cow, I laughed my head off at that!
Ah, well. I just hope little Alveoli looks like his dad. Because, I know I’m biased, but isn’t he handsome?