Secretly, I like it when people say he looks like me. However, I have to admit that I think Josiah looks alot like his daddy. After perusing a few photographs, I have concluded that I think that he looks like Ryan when he's serious...
...and like me when he's laughing and smiling.
It's hard to ignore the fact that I had a lot more hair and was darker, but I think we may still share a few traits. One thing I identify with is when Josiah is super excited and happy, he flails his hands and feet in the air, closes his eyes, smiles with a big open mouth and looks like he can't contain his excitement in his body. He does this everyday at 6:00 when he first sees Ryan walk in the door after work. As for me, when I get super excited and happy, I feel like doing the same thing almost every time. You can imagine it looks a little less cute when a pregnant, 29 year old is convulsing with happiness, so I've learned to tone it down, but I still see myself in the little man every time.
What Josiah was doing while I was writing this blog.
2 comments:
He really is such a blend of the both of you!
Reading this makes me want to flail my arms and legs because my heart just jumps when I see pictures of your little man!! I love how you captured Josiah in both of you:) You are an amazing woman, friend, wife, and mamma!
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