Dave asked me to revise this image with a little added text. Apparently, when he saw these images side by side he immediately thought that the left image image represented what Zachary looks like when he's with me and the right is what's he's like with him. Mama's little angel. Daddy's little devil. Or at least that's how he put it. He has his sweet boy innocent face when he's with his Mama. Then I leave the room, and then it's time to wreak havoc. I maintain that he's the sweetest, funniest, happiest baby ever though. He, like me, is probably just bored of watching Ancient Aliens and every episode of the Universe six million times when he's with Daddy. Just kidding honey. But really, I hate space. It's terrifying. The end.
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Nice dichotomy. :)
Tee hee! Nice that you got the good end of the deal.
Cutest.picture.ever.
I hate to say that because every time I think it there's another equally cute/even cuter one. But this one will be hard to top. Except maybe by yesterday's pictures of the two of you together...
I'm terrified by space as well. It gives me the heeby jeebys... ugh. If I think about it too much, I get shivers!
Rachael: Thanks!
Skywaitress: Ya, he's definitely a Mama's boy, and I'm not complaining one bit! =)
Meri: Thanks Meri! Thanks for calling and saying it too =)
Charlotte: Glad I'm not alone. It gives me panic attacks. Eek!
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