Coming into his own

Just prior to having Miri, I wrote a post about losing my identity as a boy mama. The post seemed to alienate some, and confuse others, but overall the actuality was, thankfully, very similar to my concern for Isaac when expecting Ezra, and ended up being a moot point. 

The biggest casualty was simple the phrase 'both boys," which was a term that our friends and family, as well and Tony and I used frequently within span of just one day. How silly is that? A whole post about a concern that pretty much faded into thin air.

The secondary point was that I was slightly concerned for Ezra to be the middle child. He was, and still remains to some degree, my little mama's boy, with the absolute most tender heart.

I'm so happy to say, when I'm not pulling my hair out, that Ezra is in no danger of falling into the stereotypes of a middle child. This boy will not let himself be forgotten or overshadowed. In some regards he seems to have retained his sweet as sugar attitude and yet picked up every play from Isaac's first-born play book.




This boy is and will be the charmer. He already thinks he can work me over by softly putting his hand to my cheek and with the most sincerity that a 2 1/2 year old can muster says "Mama, you're beautiful."

Additionally, I love that while there has been some family resemblance, Isaac and Ezra have appeared as polar opposites since infancy, until this picture. He looks so much like Isaac!