People always tell me that Landon looks exactly like me.
I get it, but I don’t get it, to be honest. To me he looks like his own person, and I’m somehow totally removed from that.
I didn’t see me when I look at him, until this picture I took of him yesterday.
Bam!
That’s exactly what I looked like!
I don’t have a picture handy of me at 5 years old, but this was me at around 3:
In other news, I let L run around in a dirty, depressing arcade place we came across this weekend.
He was having the best time even though I refused to pay for the games, while I was trying to hold my breath because that place hadn’t been aired out in 20 years.
I made this advent calendar for Landon. Can you guess what’s in every package?
And in other news: I noticed some dry pasta sauce on the refrigerator today and started scraping it off — and covered the rest with one of Landon’s letter magnets.
Problem solved.
