A Good Mixture

I have been feeling recently that Harrison is going to be a mini-Adam. And that is not a bad thing at all. I mean, if I could be so lucky to have another little man in my life like Adam, that would be an honor. But I have to admit there is a part of me that wants him to look a little bit like me. If he looked just like me, then I would assume he would look a lot like Tree (everyone has always said that we look just alike...except his nose is bigger...haha Tree). The point I am trying to make is that I carried him around in my belly for 9 months, got real fat for him, gave up a lot of the things I like for 9 months, labored for a really long time, and it would just be nice if he looked a little bit like me. He does have the crooked smile, which wouldn't be a feature that I would choose to pass on, but something is better than nothing.

Well, as many of you know, babies change a lot everyday. I was playing with him this afternoon and I started to see a little bit of myself in him. Maybe it was because he was cooing a lot and started to make a good bit of noise...we all know my gift for gab. But I could see that he isn't going to look just like Adam. I will say, I do have a very handsome husband and it would be awesome if he looked just like him...I just would like to see a good mixture, just like I am of my parents...