Zachary is not the easiest to get a photo of these days, as I think I have mentioned before. He is entirely too busy collecting balls and sticks, singing and generally running away from me. In response I have really stepped up my paparazzi tactics and go crazy when I think the lighting is OK and he might smile for me.
After about 42 pictures I finally got one that shows my sweet baby boy. I just adore that face and kiss it a ridiculous amount of times. Once he can say a sentence it really might be “Dude, can your mom be in a 1 foot radius of you and NOT kiss you, because mine is driving me crazy”. He will of course know what “radius” means too.