When strangers see Noah, they are quick to ask . . . who does he look like, you or your wife? When friends see Noah, they are quick to say . . . oh, he looks just like you or oh, he looks just like your wife. This statement is usually followed by what do you think?
What do I think? I have no idea. From the moment he was born, I have not been able to tell whether he looks like me or he looks like my wife. I often wonder if he got mixed up with another in the nursery. Well, that was until we started to feed him rice cereal . . .
To feed him, I sit in chair. I then sit him at the end of my knees, facing me with my left hand on his back, holding him by his clothing. With my right hand, spoon ready, I scoop up some rice cereal. I bring the spoon within one to two inches of his face and I pause. I kid you not, he opens his mouth, grabs for my hands, and shoves spoon / hand and all into his mouth!!! Yes, Noah is my Son.