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School photos!

I'm putting in these pics of Dave first, for comparison, Dave was 5 and 6 when these were taken, around Luey's age... In the first picture, I can see more of a resemblance between Erik and Dave (and, Amanda, actually between Bryn and Dave around the nose/mouth). In the second picture though, the smirk Dave's mouth is forming is wholly Luey!!! This really surprised me, but when Luey is being mischievious that smirk creeps across his lower face, and the chin is all Dave (Luey will end up with a Roger Ramjet chin, and a big Jewish nose, poor kid, LOL - at least his face will be balanced - Dave is saying we should hold judgement on what Luey's face may look like when he's older, I don't think he likes my projections)...



Aren't these a couple of the most handsome little guys you've ever seen??? I'm *BURSTING* with pride!!! As Dave put it, "They're bloody good looking compared to the rest of the butt ugly refugees from the horror movies"... Ok, he INSTANTLY regretted saying that when he saw the glint in my eye that marked that statement as "quoteable for the blog" - so, just for the RECORD, he was only joking and voicing his fatherly pride...

But still, have been coming back to these pics all evening. I've really enjoyed the opportunity to compare the boys features side by side with a completely neutral background, and almost identical expression on their faces. Feature for feature, these two boys are COMPLETELY different; different shaped noses, eyes, ears, chins, head, hair line, cheekbones, smiles, even bottom lips... It's amazing, I have so often seen similarities between them, but when I look closely (narcissistically!), I see just how completely different they are. Erik takes after Dave a lot (anyone else thing Erik is kind of George Clooney-ish around the eyes), and Luey is this perfect blend on my dad's family and my mum's... My Dad's teardrop nose, my mum's family elfish face-shape...

Anyway, just had to share...

ETA: Ok, Jen, I've come back an edited quite a bit since you read this, LOL, I had to fix my misquote of Dave... So, wanted to add... I had to laugh, Erik's eyes are so open and honest looking, and yet, this is the kid we struggle with getting to be, um, truthful shall we say... And Luey's eyes are so soft and gentle looking, and he has a bit of an aggressive streak in him (he's feisty like his mum)... But still, Erik is the most honest "expressor" of his true feelings, I know, he wears his soul on his sleeve and that's reflected in those big clear eyes. And Luey is also our most physically affectionate child, he loves nothing better than an extended snuggled on the couch! So, those eyes, while deceptive are also quite profound windows into their little (not so little) souls...

Comments

Juniper said…
OMG, you can't half tell they are all related!!!
Amanda O. said…
ROTFLMAO at Dave! I can't bust your chops on that because Nic tends to say similar things and besides, my kid ain't school age so he's not calling HIM a butt ugly refugee from the horror movies. ;-)

I think both E and L tend to be blends of you guys both... they do look very different but at the same time, I've looked at them before and thought, "you can really tell they're brothers!". E does look more like Dave overall but something in him also looks like you.... much the same way I tend to think L looks like Nic overall but I can see a hard-to-define echo of me in him. Whereas I think Luey has some of Dave's features and mannerisms (gosh that smirk!) but overall physically looks more like your family from pics of you as a littlie, I think it was your brother (?) and pics of your mum as well. I'm having a hard time seeing Dave in Bryn though! I think he looks 100% like his mum! LOL

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