Zack Attack...Zacko Wacko...Zachary Dackery Dock...
is FOUR...F...O...U..R!!!!!
This is totally crazy...because yesterday I was carrying around the little baby boy who made me a mother.
Sometimes I look at him and see a little kid...
other times I see a big boy...
but I always see a kid who wears his heart on his sleeve...
who loves...LOVES his "best brother, Hunter" (his words...not mine) and baby Stella...
I hear him sing or read to Stella while I get a bottle ready...
he wants Hunter to come whenever we try to take him on a special outing...
he is imaginative...playful...caring...sweet...happy...excited...
silly...thoughtful...friendly...handsome
and sometimes Iron Man.
He considers the world his playground...
and all the people his playmates...including the poor repair man.
He says "hi" to everyone...and if they are nice enough to respond he will tell you a short story about something that happened that day (or 4 months ago) and introduce them to Hunter and Stella...
He wakes up in the morning moving at 60 miles an hour and continues until we put him to bed...as soon as he stops for the day he falls asleep and begins again the next day.