Zachary is turning six. I remember when he was born I had a cold. Thusly, I wasn't allowed to hold him for at least a week after he was born, maybe two, and it was hard. I remember his first word was "Dog" although there was some debate over whether the word was "Dog" or "Ball", I still maintain that it was "Dog." I remember the first time we gave him apple juice he hated it.
I remember that the first time Mom got to hold him, she cried.
Mandy and Zach were best buddies from the very beginning.
He sucked his thumb. A lot.
I remember one time we went to a gun museum (see above) and he only had a few words in his vocabulary. One of them being, "Boom!" which he probably used over 13768 times that day.
This picture makes me crack up every time I look at it. I have no idea what was going on.
He looked really cute in a chef hat.
I remember one time there were rubber balls on sale in Walmart for $2.00 each and I got him one and it made his whole week.
Happy Birthday to my buddy, I love you-as you would say-all the way up to the sky and around the world thirteen times. =)