So said the father about the son. There is certainly no question that we took the right kid home from the hospital. Perfect strangers have commented on the similarity between father and son. Those deep blue eyes, perfect pout, and mile long eye lashes are direct from his daddy. He's got his father's strength (our sub 20 pounder can handle the 5 lb bocce balls) and his single minded intensity (though Evan fixates on light fixtures and balloons rather than computers). The main way he takes after me? He too adores the Mav.
E was a bit tired today. We had him out late last night (until 8:30!) at Street Fest. The kid had blast at his first live band experience (since his Uncle Rob and Aunt Lexie's wedding , though he was a mere 5 weeks old then). Unlike his parents, this kid is a dancer! The band was fun; they began with a zydeco version of the Grateful Dead's Frankin's Tower and had E dancing from the first notes. When he needed a break from dancing there were enough doggies around to entertain him. The Mav and I had a good time too; enjoying a fresh from the cask brew at our favorite pre-baby bar (sitting outdoors of course - no babies in the bar for this family). The late night, the excitement, and the activity meant I too got a present today: long naptimes.
Happy Father's Day!
1 comment:
Kristine:
I have enjoyed reading your blog. I agree with others, you should be a writer. Evan is such a beautiful child, but would only expect, he has beautiful parents! Thanks for sharing your stories with us!
Kd
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