Every couple does it.
You spend hours (in my case about 36) in labor, giving birth to your sweet little baby. The nurse hands him to you, all wrapped up like a burrito, and you begin examining him. Ten fingers. Ten toes. A cone head (thanks to aforementioned long labor). And then you look at each other and ask, "who does he look like?"
William has never really looked a whole lot like Michael or me. When he was first born, I could see some similarities between he and Michael, especially when I looked at Michael's baby pictures. Michael tells me that William has my smile. But the family resemblance has never been overwhelming. It was never really clear who he looked like.
Until now. Check this out:
Yes, my dad is in a dress...
Maybe it's just because I'm with William all day, every day and see all of his various expressions, but I see my dad written all over him! And that's not a bad thing, either. Check out what a cute kid my dad was:
