The Apple and the Tree

We all know the saying "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." My first born, The Boy, is a carbon copy of his handsome father. He has sandy brown hair and big brown eyes, the exact same head shape and he tans before summer has even begun. So when I found out I was pregnant with another little boy I admit to a brief moment of disappointment that there would be no "mini me". However, genetics are such a funny thing! From the moment The Baby was born he has lived up to his "Burton" characteristics (Burton is a family name on my side); with every passing day I smile a little wider as his hair becomes blonder, his eyes become greener, and his height continues to exceed the length of his pants. It's not just his looks either, the similarities are everywhere and especially pronounced in his love for "lovey" and left thumb sucking. I had "sunshine", a baby blanket quilted by my mother, that I took everywhere and fingered unconsciously until I drifted off to sleep. Hand The Baby "lovey", a small fleece square with a giraffe head, and he quickly finds the petal soft ears, plunks the thumb happily into his tender gums and away he goes to la la land. I've made the comment to enough people to feel obligated to share photos of each of us at approximately the same age. If you don't see a resemblance, please don't burst my bubble...