Many friends, family members and absolute strangers have remarked on how much Ethan looks like Jeremy. Spending hours a day looking at this little face, I have become so familiar with its every unique feature (nose that looks pointy when he is hoisted above me like SuperBaby, very straight eyelashes around eyes that are all dark iris, crinkled right ear, cheeks that are deliciously soft down by the jowls) that I don't see much more than a resemblance to Papa. And those eyes - when he looks at me from the corner of his eyes, thoughtful, serious, curious, I feel that Auntie Sara has arrived in miniature.
But then again...
This past Friday I tried to take a picture of Ethan playing with his ride-on duckie. Due to the fact that Ethan finds the camera more fascinating than any wooden duckie could ever be, he got a little too close to the lens. The result: a few gently schnoze-enhancing, slightly fisheyed portraits. The implication: wee Ethan looks a bit like his dad.
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