A big yawn!
Dad on diaper duty.
Dad and Zach, bonding in my bed (note the hand in mouth, yet again).
Dressed for the big ride home. The tort lawyer in me has to chuckle at the size of the warning label on this seat. It is half as tall as Zach!
The life and times of young Zach and his family in suburban Washington, DC. Why do we call him Big Man? Because whenver he gets weighed at the doctor, we hear "greater than the 97th percentile." I think that qualifies as big.
Posted by Zach's Mom at 10:14 PM
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