Yes, he's mine

When they handed Ola to me for the first time, I saw Aho all over. Ok, all except for the color. Since then, I've seen him do so many things that just make me say...yep, that's Aho's son. My sister-in-law, Lani, laughs every time he makes a grumpy face and agrees...yes, that's definately Aho's kid. There have been a few things of mine that I notice. He loves to talk and sure shows his portuguese blood. He has his daddy's face, but my ears, as strange as that may be. And yes, he's white (poor thing). But this week I noticed one more thing we share. My poor son has my sweaty hands and feet. Yes, since I was a kid, my hands and feet sweat. And not just when its hot or i'm nervous. That's when it goes over board. But normally, I have clammy sweaty hands. And, so does Ola. Of all the things I would want to pass on, that was never on the list. But, at least I can say without a doubt that "yes, he's mine!"