Jack has decided that Sawyer looks like him, and that he looks like Sawyer. This is endlessly pleasing to him.
I dug up some pictures of Jack at this age (pre-head control but ever so cute) to see how similar they are.
What do you think? (They're easy to tell apart because of Sawyer's pesky hemangioma, but take a gander.)
|Wiggles Lafitte, aka Sawyer.|
|Jack, featuring Ironic Onesie #1.|
|Jack, featuring Ironic Onesie #2.|
|Sawyer, preferring oxymorons to irony.|
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Aside from the unbearable joy of birthday parties, aging is a bit complex for four year old Jack.
After Sawyer's first week at daycare, Jack thought he would walk. I am pretty sure Jack wanted Sawyer to morph into a four year old playmate, and I think that is heartrendingly adorable.
Ever the pragmatist, when that didn't happen, Jack adjusted his expectations. So much so that when I asked him the other day what he wants to do when he grows up, he responded:
"Feed Sawyer with a bottle. Daddy does that. When I get big, I want to do that."
He also wants to be a vet, but priorities, people.
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Quick note regarding hemangiomas (or unexplained red bumps on my son's head). They're harmless, unexplained vascular tumors that shrink and go away. They're often called "strawberries" or "stork bites." (Which is weird because ouch! stork!) We have been assured that Sawyer's will go away, and I daresay we don't even really see it anymore.
I've told Jack's inquisitive classmates that it's a cross between a birthmark and a boo boo, and that it will go away. One of his friends has thoughtfully told me upon repeat inspection that she's sure it's getting smaller. (It's not, but Addie, you are a dear.)
The general public, however, does see it. The best question I have been asked is this one, by a wonderfully innocent young man:
"Oh! Did he get into a fight with another baby?"
Nope. He didn't. But when he does, I bet he'll win.
Hope your questions are innocent today.