Stick-It to the “man”

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Enough.

Listen here, I’ve had it!
I’m, once and for all, proving that Caleb Elias Thomson

looks more like his mom aka ME.

No more of this “He looks like his dad/daddy/father” business,

understand?

Especially you nurse at my doctor’s office,
the grocer at Market Basket
and you too, friendly local librarian!
ENOUGH of the madness!
I may as well make up a business card for this blog entry to hand to people!

My eldest nephew is named Timothy, he is my sister’s son. Ever since the nurse plopped Caleb into my arms, I thought he looked like Tim. Now, I know there is a debate going on whether Caleb looks more like Tim or Colton (Tim’s younger brother), but seeing I don’t have any pictures of toddler Colton, we’ll settle that another day.

Granted, Caleb does have some moose qualities: his coloring, his ears, his stature, personality. But to say he looks just like Mike is an error.

Moral of the blog post: Don’t judge a child’s appearance by his hair or eye color.
...and leave the overheated, crazy pregnant lady on her errands alone!
No more chit-chat for another six months or until it gets cooler.
Either or.

the other exciting thing...

It was Saturday evening. I was in my bed drowsing in consciousness limbo when I hear Mike warn,

“I’m turning the light on.”

Dreadful words. I retreat under the blankets further, a reflex mastered by any seasoned sleeper.
I feel Mike get on his side of the bed. He asks for a kiss.
I grunt in response. (A sentiment that is not open to interpretation in this matter.)
He continues to pester me for a kiss. I extend a compromise that I’ll kiss him once he turns off the light.

No deal.

Finally after a round of verbal volley, I peeked through the top of the covers to see…
a moose and

my degree!

Mike found our degrees Saturday evening! They were in a box under a gaggle of wires!
Only in our house.

PS He got lots of kisses with the light on and off. ;)