Don't get me wrong...I love that Owen looks like his Daddy. Yes, he also resembles my father too. But I carried him for all those months and I had to recover from the C-section and so it was a teensy eensy bit disappointing that all I could claim that was mine was his ears....and that was only because no one really pays attention to ears, so I could claim them as my own. But lately Andrew has been saying that he's starting to look like me. I couldn't believe it. So, I put my best "Owen" face on (mouth open and wide eyed wonderment) and Andrew snapped a picture. Judge for yourself....
Here are some more pictures
He's a little fashion plate. And YES, that is spit-up on his sleeves.
Daddy cleaning up some major spit up off the kitchen floor.
Kiwi - extreme close up.
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