Say Cheese

 Since the day Cameron arrived in this world it seems that every person he comes in contact with says the same thing. "He looks like such a little man", or "he is the perfect mix of you and Israel, half and half" I used to agree with the little man thing, he never really looked like a baby, and if you heard the way he talks he is very mature for his age. We never talked baby talk in fact I talked and talked and talked to him. Yes, I was that crazy lady in the grocery aisle asking her three month old if I had cheese at home and what kind of ice cream should we get. I find myself today still asking Cam things while shopping but now he answers back. So the other night, yet again thyroid acting up I couldn't sleep so I started going through some old photos and found a few of me when I was about or a little older than Cameron. And sure enough not only does he have my smart mouth but he has my smile. I see him all in me. Especially when the other night after watching a movie with him in his room I got up to go to bed and he said,  "mama, no no you forgot to put up the sleeping bag. Put it where it belongs mama." I smiled such a proud mama smile and rolled up the bag putting it back where I got it. Ahhhhhh he will make someone a good husband one day. Now I need to get his dada on board. Just don't think that will be happening any time soon.