The Deal Breaker

Hey y'all, Preacher here.

So it seems like I was all big talk last week when I promised to stay on top of this blog. A funny thing has happened. I'm feeling older with this baby, and I'm not the one who has done most of the work thus far (birthing, nursing, etc.). But really, I'm tired. It could be, I suppose, G's illness or Lent/Easter, or maybe the basement project that we're still putting the finishing touches on - but whatever the case, I'm pretty pooped. Anyway, that's a lame excuse. Everyone knows that you're supposed to be tired when you have a baby. The blog must go on.

Things have been going really well since the last update. Wes has had his first well baby visit and he's doing just great. For several days he barely opened his eyes, but now he has them opened a bit and he's doing a great job tracking us, especially G. When he hears her voice, he practically flips over to see her. It's pretty cute. He's also doing a great job eating. He's hungry, which, I suppose is to be expected from a 9+ pound viking baby. At this rate, he has a few more days left in his 0-3 month clothes.

At first glance he looks a bit like G did as a baby. Then, when one looks closer, one can see a few of my traits in him like a wide nose, big feet and darker skin (than Eleanor). He also, unfortunately, has his daddy's hair. This is very much on my mind today since I had a haircut earlier this afternoon. In fact, my barber, who I really like, I'll call him 'A' to protect his identity (just in case) engaged me in this very topic. Our topic went something like this:

A: So, did your baby get your hair?

T: My hair? I dunno yet, he doesn't have enough to tell.

A: Well, you can see cowlicks right away. A baby doesn't need to have hardly any hair to see that.

T: Yes, Eleanor has said that she thinks I cursed him with my cowlicks [yes, I do have a couple of poorly placed cowlicks that don't offer a lot of options for hair styles].

A: Mmhmm.

(a few seconds of silence)

On the subject of reproduction, I used to breed dogs. And when you breed dogs, you take your dog and look all over the country for another dog to breed with - a dog that will have traits that you would like to see in a pup. But when you straight folks get together, you don't think about these things.

T: Hmmm, so what are you saying?

A: That I wouldn't breed with you.

T: (laughing uncontrollably) Oh really? Ouch. Well, I guess that's okay since anyone who wouldn't date me over a cowlick wouldn't be worth dating.

A: Well.

T: Really though? A cowlick could be a deal breaker?

A: Yep. I've turned down guys for less than that.

T: Wow. I bet you're special on a first date. What, like you say, let me see your hair?

A: Pretty much.

So, that's it. Just for that little comment, as soon as Wes is old enough, I'm taking him to A to get his hair cut so A has to deal with our cowlicks for years to come!

I've attached a few new pics, although true to being a second child, there aren't nearly as many as there were for G. There are definitely some pics that look a lot like G too. See for yourself by looking back at postings from January of '07.

Thanks for reading.

-TC