NASCAR Dreams

Z likes rednecks. He can't explain it; he just does. He likes the way they talk, the way they walk, the way they eat red meat and party with light brewskies in the street. He's got a bunch of buddies that are rednecks in training - Aden watchs NASCAR races on weekends, and Logan takes dips in the brown Texas surf with 'em.

I suppose that's why he wants to race cars someday - to impress his friends. Seeing as he has no license, no car and no hand eye coordination, he took the next best option: Stunt Snail Racing.


Nascar, baby! 

Z's buddy Jude lent him his best racing gear, and Z was off like a flash on his Stanley the Snail. He quickly mowed down the turtle in his way, and caught up with Bitsey the Family Cat. They were head to head, til Zach made his move.


head to head 

He swept across the floor faster than lightening, leaving everyone else in his dust. Finally, we see Z's athleticism - he can steer a speedy snail. At the finish line, he let a wild victory shout and did his end zone dance.


yee haw! 

In other news, Zach had his 6 month check-up today, and is still tipping the scales. 75th percentile in weight, height and head size. What does that mean? It means he is too darn heavy for mom to carry around with one arm anymore. It means he has nearly tripled his birth weight already. It means he is a lug and a half.