And starting to look a little more like his mama each week, don't ya think? Two people told me this week that he looked like me (bless them) after many many people told us he looked just like Dear Old Dad. His first St. Patrick's Day was a bright sunny day with a sprinkle of rain, corned beef in the slow cooker, and a long nap while mom and dad watch Lost. (Well, my fingers are crossed for that last one.)
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