A little more than a month ago Grandpa Lyman came to visit and meet his newest little grandchild and name sake. So, I'm so used to the name "Paul" being my baby that I would say things like, "How are you Paul, do you need to eat?" or "Paul, do you have stinky pants? Do you need a new diaper" or "Do you need your binky Paul, you look so tired" and my instictively humorous father in law would be quick to answer, "Oh no, I just ate..." or "I thought I washed my pants before I came..." or some smart remark. It was so funny, but embarrasing so that's when we came up with these names of distinction. Notice I can't call baby Paul "small Paul" and I wouldn't call older Paul big, so we came up with Big Paul and Tall Paul. Just to note the two got along splendidly. The whole weekend was great, especially for me. It was Mother's Day weekend and Paul took us out to eat and bought me the best Key Lime PIE.
Sorry I don't have the pic's I wanted to post, I'll have to get them from Tall Paul, but look at how much Tom looks like his dad. Just about the same except the grey hair and stretched out frame.
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