Most anyone will agree that I am pretty much surrounded by Dan in triplicate. I get it from strangers and family/friends alike. Truman is a little copy of Harrison who is a little copy of Dan. I consider myself fortunate and enjoy my little men being so much like their daddy. But I've got to say that I take great pleasure when I suddenly see something so unmistakably ME in them. It happened twice today. First, Harrison and I were partaking of some cake our sweet neighbor brought by (um, Dan, if you're reading this, you'll just have to take my word for it that they were incredibly small peices and didn't taste that great anyway...) and H-man stopped eating to point out the frosting and tell me he liked that part in particular. I guess I'd never taken the time to really discuss frosting with him before or how I can eat disturbing amounts of it. This is coming from the girl who is still known to snack on brown sugar when in a jam. Too sugary? Puh-lease, don't be a wuss. Anyway, it just gave me comfort to know that Harrison seems to have my sugar threshold. Some could look at it as cause for alarm, but I'm not worried; the kid eats veggies with the best of them.
The second little glimpse-of-me I got today was when we were coloring. We've got a big 48 color box of Crayolas and we like to wind down with them while Tru is napping and we're waiting for Daddy to get home. We'd been chatting and coloring for probably about half an hour when he started doodling with the plain green crayon. After a few scribbles he pronounced it was his favorite color. Maybe that doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but anyone who knows me that well, or has ever bothered to ask me what my favorite color is has heard me say that I love that green you get when you take the classic green Crayola and scribble as hard as you can. It's vibrant and beautiful. It just made me sentimental that Harrison saw beauty in the same thing I do.
