Yep. He's 10 days younger. Today is his 36th birthday. (For those doing the math that means I'm 36 and 10 days. You're welcome.)
I thought I'd put up a little picture from way back when of him. He only reads this blog about once a month so by the time he gets to reading this blurb it'll be Christmas time and he won't want to make me upset lest he get a yucky Christmas gift.
Anyway - it really isn't embarrassing. It's actually two pictures I put together in an album I made for him (with his mom's generous assistance) when he was 30 years old.
This is Mike around six months old. Healthy, isn't he? I can't really talk. 10 days before this was taken I was probably weighing in at about five pounds more. I was a chunk.
Anyway, when I was putting this scrapbook together I loved this picture because I knew I had a picture of Jake from around the same age. The best part was they were in a very similar pose:
And no, my six month old baby did not have a 5 o'clock shadow. It was just a plain shadow and bad picture taking skills. I like to think I've improved at least a little.
I think there's some similarities - the nose, the smirk, the hair.
I'm sure if I asked Mike's mom I would discover they had the same attitude throughout growing up as well.
Happy Birthday, Mike!
Love, Your Old Lady