Most parents would agree that each of their kids are different. Birth order and how it can influence the rest of our lives is well documented in a number of parenting books, none of which have I read.
All I know is that my second is very different from my first and on this day of celebrating his seventh birthday, I would like to offer a pictorial of the very funny, very kind, very huge second son of mine, Tasman.
He was a pretty fussy baby, a bit of ham, not sure where he got that.
He was a tolerant kid, putting up with the typical “I am not your doll dad” daily fun times.
Occasionally asked to be the understudy in the classic off Broadway production of Popeye, the musical.
Then he started to get beautiful
and more beautiful
And more fabulous
and more handsome
and more and more the perfect complement to our already rich lives.
Happy Birthday Tasman!