Monday, April 25, 2011

"He has your eye shape"

I am always quite skeptical when someone says a newborn looks just like Grandma, has Daddy's nose or is a spitting image of Great-Aunt Edna.  To me, they all look very similar, which is to say, ugly.  Even Elijah, who is clearly the cutest baby ever, managed to look like a troll in some of his first pics.  Big babies like mine have the advantage of not looking exactly like a newly hatched chick in that they've got a little meat on the bones, but that's about it. 

Somewhere around 2 or 3 months, though, something happens.  The little guy or girl starts to look less like Ziggy, Mr. Magoo, or Abe Simpson and more like...somebody.  More like him or herself.  And, if you are me, my sister-in-law Beth or my friend Jenn, more like Dad.  After her second daughter was born, Beth was quick to draw parallel's between her baby pictures and Sydney's, saying, "It's my turn for a Mini-Me."  For me, it has gotten to the point where the only people who ever say Elijah looks like me are either a) obviously lying or b) unaware of what Kurt looks like.   Perhaps the only person who Elijah resembles more that his dad is Grandpa Buddy. 

But, hey, maybe he'll get to look more like me as he ages.  And this way we cut back on the inevitable postman jokes.  Plus, you know, he has my eye shape.  Whatever that means.

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