OK, yeah, I know Ted is a person and always has been in the technical sense of being a homo sapien, but you have to admit that newborns/infants/babies (I never could understand the difference between those words) don’t exhibit a lot of “real person” qualities right away. There’s no personality, no movement, they just kinda lie there most of the time. But now that Ted is nearly 10 months old, he is most definitely a full-fledged person, just miniature in size and with not much of a vocabulary. Not sure exactly when this transformation took place. Certainly by the time he was just a few months old he was developing a personality, but now that he’s sitting up, standing up, eating real food, and at least babbling in our general direction like he’s having a real conversation, I can definitely say he’s just a mini-me. That’s right. There’s no doubt this boy is taking after his father.

Tonight at dinner I commented how much cleaner he is than I thought he would be. I really expected food to be flung all over the house once he started eating solid foods, but he really does a remarkable job of getting a fairly good amount of the food in his mouth and the rest generally stays somewhere within the general vicinity of his highchair. Very little actually gets on the floor or in any other far away places. So, he already knows that neatness counts and that’s reason #1 that he’s all me. Reason #2 brings us back to that whole being a person with a personality thing. You see, not 30 seconds after I paid Ted this high compliment of neatness did he take a fistful of meatball bits and deliberately (as far as I can tell) drop them on the floor. All the while with a sly little grin. Yeah, that’s my boy.