My chaos, my shadow
Say hello to Zakariya — but if you know him, you probably call him ZAK. He’s my wild 3-year-old terror, and honestly, I’m pretty sure I won’t be having any more kids after him because he’s definitely enough to keep any parent on their toes! Zak is my constant shadow — he still sleeps soundly in my bed every night and is glued to my side all day long. Wherever I go, Zak is not far behind, and his happiness lights up the whole house — but beware: when Zak gets hyper, chaos erupts in a big way!
He’s a master of chaos, bombing down the stairs like a human torpedo on his tummy, turning the living room into his personal parkour course, and hitting the kitchen like he's auditioning for Ninja Warrior. No surface is safe, no game too wild — Zak is non-stop energy with a laugh that's contagious (unless he's taking out my picture frames in his excitement!).
Adrenaline junkie
Zak goes to nursery now, and let me tell you — he’s a bit of a lummox. Every day he’s coming home with at least four bump notes because he’s a pro at tripping over his own shadow! But even with all the accidental slips and tumbles, Zak’s smile never leaves his face. His energy is boundless, and his heart is huge. Plus, he’s got a talent for turning every moment into a fun adventure — even if that adventure sometimes ends with a bump or a bruise!
Zak isn’t just a handful — he’s my baby, full of mischief, giggles, and love. No matter how bonkers things get, I wouldn’t change a thing about this tiny tornado — he’s my brave, goofy, lovable little boy.