Zachary Winston Williams: The Ball In Your Court

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

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

The Ball In Your Court

One night in late October, Zachary was wide awake about 2 hours past his bedtime. In his hyperactive deliriousness, Zachary began to act a little odd. As he sat on his bedroom floor in the wee hours of the night (i.e. 11pm), he began to play with his plastic snail. And by "play", I mean beat into submission.

As parents, Kacy and I were just baffled to watch this playtime unfold.

Had someone spiced the mashed banannas that evening? Was our sweet little baby developing ADHD so soon? No, as it turns out, he was simply warming up for the "real toy". The Baseball.