Mini Me

Everett Paul, one year (and two weeks) old

I have sort of started the process (and what a process it is going to be) of going through some old family photos. As I browsed through the boxes that my mom sent me, I came to a few shots of me when I was about 18 months old. Now, Everett is only 12 months old, but wouldn't you agree that he looks a little bit like me? Red overalls and everything. Okay, by a little bit I really mean a lot. Because I see myself in him every day, and I have since he was born. It makes me wonder what he will turn into as he grows. If I am any indication, maybe this means that we can look forward to some hair in the next six months. My baby is growing up!

And now for a bunch of random photos from the past month.

Playin' and poopin'

He sure loves those socks

. . . and he's got a thing for eyelashes

Coats. . . but the white one isn't mine, I just like it.

Costco shopper, pizza dinner

He makes this face when you say anything about smiling or teeth.

Sliding. I had to keep helping him sit up straight.
That perfectly strait little body, that coat, he was cracking me up. So funny.

My sick boy. Doc said he got the influenza virus. The poor boy felt so bad for a couple of days.
He's much happier now although still filled with boogies. Boogies are gross.
He did learn a new skill though thanks to Mr. flu: how to blow (his nose).