Nakezilla

Our life is all about trains.  And cars.  And airplanes.  Basically all modes of transportation.  Right now Jakey is yelling from his bed to “bring him all the cars.”  It’s like a bunkbed parking lot in there.  It seems your house can either be a princess explosion or in our case, a choo choo explosion.

So we have a lot of elaborate tracks.  And precarious bridges that seem to fall down if you breathe wrong.  Jakey is also at that age where he makes up stories while he’s playing.  I’ve got to try and record and transcribe one of these stories– they usually revolve around rescuing someone, cows on the tracks or looking for a cement truck’s mama.

And what’s more incompatible than little wheeled choking hazards and a 10-month old?  Not much.  Nakezilla wreaks havoc in an instant.  His knees don’t bend when he walks.  His big hands grab cars and then he eats them.  Little voices wail in fear, “No Nake, no!”  Tracks go flying.  He roars with delight.  Nakezilla can clear a play table in seconds, toppling bridges and flattening skyscrapers like toys.  Or toy skyscrapers.

Personally, I think Nakezilla has brought life to Jake’s stories– suspense, fear, action.  Jake thinks we’re saying Nate’s full name really fast– Nakecillo.

Sayonara Thomas.