Zachary

Zachary is 13 now....so I have two teenagers in the house now.  Yes, it has its moments.  But really they are super kids.  Zachary is in the 8th grade at the Middle School here in town.  He is doing a fabulous job in school with a 4.0.  He likes to play basketball at lunch with friends, and all 86.7 lbs of him likes to wrestle with the school wrestling team.  I am not a huge fan of this activity.  I just have visions of my frail baby boy being broken in half.  And don't even get me started on the sanitary conditions of this sport....but alas, all my reasoning points back to the therapy costs later in life.  I just couldn't picture his long drawn out story about how he could of been a champion wrestler if it weren't for his mother being a germ-a-phobe.  So, he is still on the team.  He has gone to two meets and scored a silver medal at each.
We began 2010 with Zachary playing baseball, and "he feels it was one of his best seasons", said just like the budding play by play baseball commentator he aspires to become.  Need I mention that the Giants winning the World Series was a major event in this home?  The other sport that Zachary is fond of is Cross Country.  His best was 4th place this year at a meet where it was 107 degrees outside.  I felt like dying as a spectator, so we know he doesn't get any of his super human strength from me.  Zachary is active at church as the Deacon's Quorum President and patrol leader in Boy Scouts.  He is a Star Scout and inching in on Life.  I am lucky to serve as Committee Chair for our troop.  This has really helped me get involved with his activities; I love watching him encourage the other boys.  I'm pretty sure he also plays the saxophone in the school band, however I rarely see evidence of this. Zachary is a really great kid and all who know him agree.
Okay, so bragging aside...he loves to keep his socks that have holes in them, he eats more food than a family of 4 at one sitting, and he gave me febreeze for my birthday, because the smell that comes from his room is so putrid.  (but you could say that for just about every teenage boy...I hope)