There's no disputing the fact that Weston looks like my side of the family. But, the more I learn about Weston's personality, there is clearly no disputing he is his father's son. Over the past few months we have learned that the CRAZIEST things appear to be genetic in our family. Here are just a few examples.
**When Devon was little he was fascinated by the chorister at church. His mom says that while hymns were being sung he would stand up on the pew and lead the congregation.
From a very young age Weston would try to mimic the chorister, by waving his hand around. Since he has gotten older, he's kicked his fascination up a notch. He now turns on the Ipad to choose a church hymn. He then goes stands on the fireplace and leads the music.
**Devon's grandpa played the viola. Devon adored his grandpa and want to be just like him. So, he would often pick up two sticks and rub them together as if he was playing the viola. It's because of this that Devon started to take violin lessons at the age of three. Leading the way for just about all of his siblings becoming violinists.
Unfortunately, it takes an act of congress to get Devon to play the violin nowadays. So, Weston has never seen his dad play, but that hasn't stopped him from falling in love. The second he saw his uncle Ethan play at Grandma Yoak's funeral, he was hooked. From that moment on, he played anything he could get his hands on. He would pick up toy guitars and put them under his chin. During Christmas time at Grandma Black's house, he would take the violin ornaments off her tree and try to play them. But my absolute favorite is when he used a balloon as a violin.
|I love the intensity on his face!|
**Devon is INCREDIBLY literal! If I told him I was hungry and asked him to throw a can of soup on the stove, I would walk downstairs to find an unopened can of soup, sitting on top of the stove.
The other day, Weston was eating some applesauce. He started to bring it to the coffee table in the living room, but I told him he needed to eat it in the kitchen. He brought it to the table and was trying to eat it standing up, but the table was just a little too tall. Realizing that he wanted to eat it standing up, I told him to go eat it at the window (we have window seat in our nook that he can set it on). I looked away for a few seconds and when I turned back around this is what I saw...
He literally had it pressed up against the window.
Now, if he can just grow up to be as handsome, smart and as good of a husband & dad, as Devon!