Sarah, Jr?

Fact, Gideon looks like his dad. Dead on like his dad. Creepily like his dad. Ok, I can deal with that. Do I get a little sick of hearing it? At times, but mostly not. I prayed for a little Noah. I think my husband is the best man on this planet. How could I not want a son as equally wonderful as him? But, what I love so much are those special moments where I see me in Gideon. Not so much in his looks, but his behavior. Ok, easy shot here- temper tantrums, fits, ha ha. No, his real behavior. The real him starting to emerge. I've known for a while that the boy has my weird toe and a knack for using the eye brow at just the right time (ala Grandma Jackson) but I am starting to see more and more of me in my child. Scary thought, but also so cool. And humbling. Why do I hear my mother chuckling right now? So, because Gideon is starting to show signs that I may indeed just very well be his mother, I shouldn't be surprised to see he's starting his love affair with the blanket early. Ah the blanket! Not a woobie, not a binkey, not a nub nub or whatever you call it, a blanket. I had one and carried that sucker around until I was entirely too old and I ain't fessing up when that was. What I love is that I was never monogamous with my blanket. I was a "right time, right fabric" sort of girl. I used whatever was laying around. I even resorted to a kitchen towel at times. This worked well. Mom never had to deal with wrestling a nasty blanket away from me and I always had a drawer full of comforts when I needed them. Seems young Gideon may very well be on the blanket path. For weeks now I've noticed he soothes himself to sleep by rubbing on his blanket. Now I notice him paying special attention to his spit up cloths and keeping those handy as well. Seems we might have a budding relationship on our hands. How cute is that? Oh, and the fingers in his mouth? That's all me! I sucked them until my nose was crooked! Take that gene pool! I am in there somewhere!