Landon seems to have received 95% of his physical genetic makeup from his dad. The eyes, the mouth, the ears (and their adorable little infection causing malfunctioning Eustachian tubes), the face in general- it's all JP. His hair is kind of from me, the curls and the light blonde color (my hair spontaneously turned red in high school, prior to that I was golden blonde), but if you see Landon standing next to a picture of JP as a toddler, you have to wonder if I had any role in his conception.
But I like to think he gets a lot of his deeper qualities from me- his love of hugs and cuddles, his love for his doggies (well, JP and I can share credit for that one), his love of books, and of great delight to me- his love of shoes. He loves to pull heels out of my closet and drive them around the house in his shopping cart, periodically handing one to me and clapping when I put it on. He has favorites- he gets especially delighted when I take on and off my gold strappy sandals and on Sunday he spent about 15 minutes trying to maneuver his feet through their crossed straps, tongue sticking out in fierce concentration.
Unfortunately this love of my shoes has extended into of love of removing his. He does try to put them back on, but with limited success.
But at least he gives his shoes the focused attention they deserve.
On a nearly unrelated note, I sat down on the floor tonight, worn out from the day, and said without expecting a response, "Landon, mommy needs a hug." He immediately set down his truck book, walked over to me and curled his head down into my chest (like he does with the dogs) and put his arms around me. I very nearly burst into tears at the utter sweetness of his gesture. JP says he gets that from me too.