Musings, diatribes and dialogues from one of Chicago's quirkiest musical psychologists. This and that and rat-a-tat-tat.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
My little boy isn't a little boy anymore. He's going into 6th grade on Monday, is 5'2" and has the personality of a 45-year old (read: he's more mature than his mom). Here are some awesome shots his cousin Jake took of him today. I still don't see any of myself in Luke. To me, he's the spitting image of Craig, save for his hair and eye color, which are the same as mine.