In many ways, Errol’s older brother, Owen, is a whole lot like us (his parents), except wigglier. I’m really not sure how much Errol is like us (we don’t like baby formula). Sometimes it seems like Errol is a son of Rubinstein-Taybi Syndrome more than he is a son of ours. Not that we don’t love him, we do, perhaps all the more because of his syndrome, it’s just that he doesn’t share a lot of traits with us (or look a whole lot like us – to his benefit, paternally). It’s not that we aren’t sweet and happy like Errol (his mother is sweet), it’s just that the commonalities stop there. (then again, it’s not like typical infants are a whole lot like their folks either. They mostly just do the big three: eat, sleep, poop). Perhaps when The Little Man gets older we’ll start to see more of us in him After all, Errol's older brother Owen only started to really resemble our personalities after he was a year old. In a way, it doesn’t matter at all. Errol has a Mohawk, and that should be enough for any adoring father.
This is a photo of Errol and the panda his grandmother, Luly, got him for Christmas. That's Errol in the foreground.
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