Another Stolen Post

My thanks go to Christian for being a more entertaining writer (and having cooler blogging skills). Strother talked about his new buddy Beckett all night. He's looking forward to his next play date. Now onto the stolen blog...

Beckett Meets His Twin at the Jazz Cafe

You can make many cowboy-oriented assumptions about living in Ft. Worth, Texas, but expecting to find a Sunday Brunch 'dive' like the Jazz Cafe is not high on the newcomer's list.  Soon after Karla and I made the pilgrimage to Texas, this local's joint famous for great food (Greek, everytime but breakfast), slow service, a funky paper-reading atmosphere, strong coffee, and a live jazz session on Sunday mornings became a regular part of our monthly routine.  Today was Beckett's first visit.

With a late breakfast completed out on the patio -- you gotta love living in a place where the final Saturday of October allows you to eat outside in shorts -- we finally had a chance to catch up with Darin and Blythe who stopped by for coffee with their 3-week old, Strother.

Most striking was the fact that lil'Strother is Beckett's spitting image (esp. the profile) a few weeks ago.  Scary, really.  Sort of a weird separated-at-birth moment for all of us, although all 4 adults are pretty sure that no funny business took place.  If the literal 'look' of each boy didn't mirror the other on occasion, we'd still have done the ah-shucks moment when we realized that each little critter was wearing the exact same outfit.  Bought on sale in the same clearance rack of the same store within a few days of each other.  Bizarre to see 2 similar looking kids next to each other for the first time...and see them worshipping the same fashion deities on the same day without any planning. 

At least they both wear different brands of diapers to maintain a little ego-credibility.