Zachary Winston Williams: Zach Speaks

Welcome to Zach's Blog

After seemingly endless prodding, teasing and thinly veiled condescension from friends and family, my wife and I have finally succumbed to peer pressure and have entered the 21st century. That's right, we are now officially "blogging". Besides, what better way to introduce ourselves to this mysterious and novel medium than through the shameless exploitation of our wonderful little boy, Zachary Winston Williams. Since before he was even born Zach has been a constant source of "oohs" and "aahs" which I have piously and painstakingly documented with my camera. Indeed, you- the common citizen of the Internet, will no longer have to miss out on precious moments such as "Baby's first dirty diaper" or "Baby blows milk out his nose all over mom".

During the first months of his life, Zach has had his photograph taken ad nauseum. I have countless photos of myself, Lesley, friends, family and a few complete strangers holding our son in every possible setting imaginable. There are so many photos in fact, that it would be impractical and maybe even a bit cruel to post them all here. So in order to conserve both available memory and the readers sanity, the plan is to pick a 'small' handful of the best pictures and include a link to my flickr website for those with the fortitude to tackle the rest.

On my son's behalf, I would like to extend my sincerest appreciation and gratitude for your interest in his life. I hope all of you will enjoy watching him grow and develop over the next months and years. I know I will.
~Kacy

Monday, September 15, 2008

Zach Speaks

I have spent nearly every moment of my son's existence in his presence. I am literally the first thing he sees in the morning and the last thing he sees when he falls asleep. I have sculpted his tiny little brain to mirror my own razor-sharp steel trap of a mind. The vast majority of his life experiences have involved my fatherly influence and guidance.

You can imagine my surprise when I heard him utter his first word, "MAAAAMAAA".

"No. No, nononononono. Son, you're saying it wrong. It's pronounced,'DUH-DUH-DUH' for Dad, Dada, or Daddy. Even various derivatives such as Pop, Pappa, Big Papi, or 'old man' are all acceptable".

Zach smiles at me, "MMMAAAMAAA"

Obviously, my son has a severe speech disorder. He seems incapable of correctly pronouncing the letter D. Despite the hours of relentless practice with top speech therapists and professional tutors, he still insists on pronouncing the letter 'D' with an "Mmmm" sound. Oddly, Lesley doesn't seem too concerned...