Monster baby

My dad is scared of Zach.

Why? Because last week he discovered how to growl. It's not a soft growl... it's a loud, in your face growl.

When my parents came over to visit, Zach was pretty quiet. My dad was holding him in his lap and Zach was happy as could be. He was looking around, smiling and then (out of nowhere) Zach slowly turned his head toward my dad and let out a deep, possessed growl.

"Straight out of the exorcist" as my dad put it.

There's nothing like tiptoeing through a pitch black room at 4 a.m. and hearing a freaky growl come from my baby's crib.

We've decided that he must love the feeling of a growl in his throat. Last week he's pterodactyl boy. Now he's a monster baby. Ah, the many noises of Zach.