Anson is definitely his daddy's boy. The oversized head (sorry, Joe), the smile, the lips, the thick feet leaves no question about who fathered this child. If I weren't the one who actually gave birth to him, I would wonder if I really was his mother!
I've asked Joe why his genes didn't do a better job sharing when our genes were fighting it out. He didn't have a good answer for me.
But, today we discovered irrefutable proof that Anson is also my child. He has a little tag of skin on the left collarbone that appeared a few days after he was born. We've obviously known about it for awhile, but didn't think much about it. Until now, when Joe found that same little tag of skin on my left collarbone!
He may have every other feature of Joe's, but he has my tag.
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I loved your comments. However, I still SO much of you in Anson even as he grows and changes. Now Larry and I are trying to decide which one of us gave poor Joe his thick feet!
ReplyDeleteI still SEE so much of you in Anson. Yes, if you use all the words it makes so much more sense.
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