Sunday, April 3, 2011

Perfect 10

Our angel baby is almost not a baby anymore.  Ten months already.  He's walking around while holding onto furniture, he's eating more than Tennyson, and his favorite activity (besides eating) is chasing Tennyson around the house while screeching like a pterodactyl.  And he's forced us to be more social because complete strangers are constantly approaching us to tell us how cute he is, and "oh, just look at those dimples."  (And it's evidently impossible to look at dimples without touching them.)  The funny part is that there's almost an exact 50/50 split in whether people think he looks "exactly like" his mom or dad.  We're not ready to call that one yet, but this much is sure:  those are definitely Suzanne's feet (a trait passed on for hundreds of years starting with Suzanne's raccoon ancestors).