Apples and trees and no, this isn't about gravity.

I made my New Year's resolution to watch 2 hours or less of television a day. I know, that is a sissy resolution and what am I doing watching that much television as an adult in nursing school anyway. But, you guys, have you seeeeeen Workaholics? And Gold Rush? And you know Jersey Shore is back on, right?

Anyway, I'm doing a pretty good job keeping to the 2-hour max... okay, there was a sort of hangover day where I watched way more than that, but to be fair, it did make me really annoyed. To fill the extra time, I've started a few good books, signed up to plan a baby shower, did a photo shoot with sweet little Iris, and have been going to the Y to do yoga. I'm also cooking a lot more often, the dishes stay pretty done, and I am way on top of laundry.

Learning pharmacology, though. I have not yet become that desperate.

Tonight, after I turned off the Betty White birthday special, I decided to go through some photos from Christmas. That's when I found this gem.

Much like having Renee was like being a grown up and getting to know Shannon all over again, except this time I was 30 years older than she, having Kieron is like getting to see Renee if she was a baby boy.

He feels so familiar in that video that I spent a couple of hours tonight going through Shannon's old blog and watching videos of Renee when she was a brand new baby. This just proves that genetic stuff is uncanny.

Renee was a little ham hock when she was a baby, so tight and stacked it earned her the nickname The Meat. Well, if she was The Meat, Kieron is The Sausage.

He is already more than 20 pounds, he eats in his sleep, and if babies could play football, he'd be a starting player. They have the exact same nose, the exact same disdain for being annoyed, and the exact same ability to make their auntie do ridiculous things to make them laugh.