Do you ever have those moments when you look at your child and feel like you are staring into your spouse's past? The baby bear has so much of his momma's personality--stubbornly independent, cheerfully and ungracefully moving to his own quirky beat-- that I forget just how much he is like his father. Yet, watching L. systematically and single-mindedly figure out a puzzle is like seeing a piece of Jason as a child. Me? I've never been one to think in a straight line. I stumble along until I happen on a solution, relying on a combination of intuition and sheer luck to get me where I wish to be. Jason and L. are much more methodical and logical. It is what drew me to Jason way back when: he is the yin to my yang; the realist to my idealist. We deal in different realms and together we balance. It warms my heart when I see L. furrow his brow and puff out his chunky cheeks in concentration. He is his daddy's boy.
Just like daddy:
With Mama's sense of style..... :)
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