It’s a new year and time to settle an ongoing debate: Baxter appeared in this world with a full and bizarrely dark head of hair and a nose closely resembling his mother’s mother. Like his mother, Baxter also had wonderful eyes. At seven months he has changed dramatically. Now there is the face of a boy emerging. A metamorphosis.
And then came a recent discovery as I browsed through my photos. Perched between my sister and brother in a classic bathtub scene, is Baxter. A little older, thus bigger, and a little more tanned (as previously mentioned, in my family you weren’t healthy without a good base), but that looked like my son in this photo! Of course it is baby-me with my siblings enjoying a good old fashion Montreal family bath, but I was nonetheless bowled over. In the photo I’ve omitted my naked siblings and placed Baxter on the left. If you don’t see the resemblance, I assure you, a live viewing is a more convincing argument with more similarities than mentioned here: cheeks that would rival Dizzy Gillespie—check; baby boobs—check; large floppy ears—check; a distinguished blond Dracula hairline—check; rolls, folds and dimples—check, check and check.
Should I feel bad for Amy though? We both know it’s beyond our control. It’s certainly not a contest. There are no winners and losers, and honestly I pray he’ll begin to look more like his mother as time pushes forward (for his sake). I’m reassured by the rapid change in the last seven months. I imagine anything can happen as the years tick by and decades roll over… On second thought, let’s just say I win.
Happy New Year.