Blockhead

I am having an awful case of writers block. I am a horrific "writer" in the first place, but for some odd reason I cannot for the life of me write an entertaining post to go along with my pictures. And for that, I apologize.

Here are pictures of my son building with blocks. And pictures of blocks falling. Because when Zachariah builds, blocks go everywhere.

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The amazing thing is, no matter how or when the blocks fall, Zachariah never gets mad. He doesn't cry, whine, or pitch a fit about his tower . He will do one of two things. Laugh hysterically or just start all over, almost ignoring the fact that they fell in the first place.





I love watching him build. I am actually quite intrigued at his patience with the whole process. I mean, lets be honest here. He sure enough didn't get that kind of patience from me. Seriously. If blocks are going to fall on top of me SEVERAL times in a row, I am calling it quits.



But not my baby. He is determined. By golly, he is going to build a tall tower if its the last thing he does before nap time!



Come to think about it, I should probably be learning a very important lesson here...



Naaaa. I don't have time for that. I'll just focus on my kid's cuteness.

:)