Getting Big

Such a tiny happy little man. I could hold him for hours and he wouldn't make a peep. Now? Not so much. I'm not exactly his favorite person. Actually I'm pretty sure he hates me. Ok maybe not but he is definitely not fond of me. I blame it on the distance and I'll be fixing that soon and then I will be the favorite auntie, I hope.

Zach on the other hand has a way with him. I will be holding him and he will be screaming at me and Zach will walk over, growl in his ear and he will go completely mute.

See that face? This is what he gives me when I try to make him happy. He looks at me like I'm crazy.