Anyone who's seen David and Jake quickly exclaims that David is an exact replica and then proceeds to ask whether I'm sure I'm the mom. David really does look exactly like Jake and given that Jake was the cutest baby ever, I have no complaints. As he continues to grow, I am curious which one of our non-physical genes ended up in the little boy.

He's one of the happiest kids I've ever seen. All you have to do to get him to laugh is to laugh in his general vicinity and he breaks into a guffaw. If you follow behind him as he walks around the house, he quickly falls in to a game of chase and starts giggling. Loudly. The joyous and constantly amused personality trait is definitely inherited from Jake as well. I was a very quiet child with lots of sticking to my mom's skirt and crying.

Lest you think he hasn't got any of my genes, I was sitting at my table a few days ago when I could no longer see or hear David. My work area is open to the living room and I can often see him playing. When he goes out of sight, I can still hear the conversation between him and the toys. If he disappears for over a minute, I generally call him and he comes back to the living room or kitchen (which is also fully visible from my work area) and laughs at me. On this occasion, he had been completely out of my sight for a minute or two and I couldn't hear him talk at all. I yelled for him and he didn't come back. Worried, I leapt from my chair and ran towards the bedroom thinking he was eating some crazy bathroom stuff he pulled out of the drawers. On my way through the living room, I spotted him right by the bookcases, quietly reading his book (well, maybe not reading but looking through). He looked up at me with a quizzical expression and went back to his reading.

That he got from me.