The picture on the left was taken by Grandma about a year or so ago (???). It's a pic of Hendrix and his cousin Hank and it hangs on our fridge. (See below.) I've continued to stare at it, enjoying the expression Hendrix is showing extra much, cause it seems like he and Hank are enjoying some conversation. But beyond that I've continued to also think how Hendrix seems so extra familiar in this pic, like I've experienced him before. It wasn't until about a week ago and while Hendrix was climbing all over the den desk that it finally occurred to me! He reminds me so much of me in this pic!
I'm on the right, probably in 1978, and while we were living in Cleveland, Ohio. It's obvious a playpen was deemed the best way to contain me. I remember my insatiable curiosity and the trouble it go me into. And that's perhaps how H and I are different -- if I was yelling and protesting to the level and degree Hendrix does when trying to contain him in some fashion, I would never have been placed in the playpen. I'm really amazed that worked for me but also remember being a relatively easy kid to please, like Zane.
It is true that each of our kids reflect certain aspects of Adam or me more than the other, but you have to agree that with expressions and hair in these pics, it seems like comparing H to me is almost apples to apples.
