"It's safe to say that
I'm going to get my payback
If he's anything like me".
Now, from the minute Abrielle was born it was clear that she was NOTHING like me. While they were intubating and suctioning her after delivery I said to my nurse "I can't even see what she looks like". Charlene looked down at me and said the words that I would be hearing a lot in the near future:
"She looks like Tyler"
Now, this nurse had known us for all of 4.5 hours at that point (yay for super fast deliveries!) and already she could see the eerie resemblance that my daughter held to her father. Check this out
Not convinced?
Need more proof?
Look at those goofs.
Anyway, this baby looks nothing like me. In fact, had I not delivered her I might have a few questions for Tyler as to who the mother was.
Before she was born, I had a pretty clear picture of how I thought our baby was going to look. First, I assumed it would be a big, fat boy. Big blue eyes (well, I got that right at least!), chubby cheeks, blond hair and a clear mix between Tyler and I. I was praying she wouldn't get the "Maier nose" that Ty and his sister Amanda escaped (what if it skipped generations?). Never in a million years did I picture a tiny little girl with stick-out ears, a very small amount of strawberry blond hair and who looked exactly like her father! Even Tyler couldn't get over how much she looked like him.
So, Abbers looks nothing like me. People struggle to find something and often will settle on her eyes, but really, we don't look alike.
That being said, I discover a little piece of me here and there all the time. For example, she definitely got my monkey limbs and I can already see the struggles she will have finding jackets that fit.
She sleeps with her arms above her head a lot, which is something I started doing when I was pregnant with her.
She is stubborn, something she DEFINITELY gets from me. If she wants something and you offer her something different, prepare for her to either swat your hand away, or try to launch herself in the coveted item's direction.
Her mood turns on a dime when she is tired. This is something she gets straight from me! She'll be laughing her head off at something and go straight to crying with no transition. I might be known to have done this once or twice.
She is a snuggler...on her own terms.
She loves potty humour. Seriously. Anyone who knows this baby knows that she loves throw up noises, fart noises, etc. She's gross. In fact, behind every smile captured on camera there is generally a throw up noise being made behind the camera.
She loves music. As we sit here, she is humming a little tune while enjoying her breakfast. When we use to put her in the jolly jumper, she would really get going when pop music was playing. Especially Katy Perry.
Now, there are a lot of things I would change about my looks, so I don't know why I was so disappointed when she didn't look like me. Maybe I should have been relieved. But I think it is probably a primitive instinct to want to find sameness in your offspring. I guess I just had to wait 6 months to find it!
Abby is who she is and I wouldn't change a thing about this baby. So, whether she takes after Tyler or me, either way she is pretty great.
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