That guy I married

Zach referred to a certain candle store as "Kankie Yandle" on accident Friday night. I simultaneously peed my pants and cried tears of laughter while he waited patiently for me to finish. He didn't seem to find it as humorous, I disagree. In fact, as I type this I have begun to cackle (while tilting my head back.) And I also laughed again before I went to sleep last night.

Since I don't make fun of him enough here are a few fantastic pictures of him.

What a good dad! (Why is Reagan's face missing? creepy.)

Why would we take him out to dinner after he had just had surgery/just gotten off a plane/stopped taking his Vicodin (partially because he was allergic to it and I had an irrational fear that he would become an addict). Oh yeah the next day we took him to the ER.

So happy his eyes disappeared.

Try to focus on Zach, he was trying to get Reagan to make that face. I'm calling it a tie, I can't decide who's better.

(ahh! upper man thigh)

Protecting me from shinny man.

What a stud.

Okay, I love you. I'm sorry that tend to laugh more at you than with you!