Mini-Me

These days she wants to be doing exactly what I'm doing. She wants to wear my clothes and read my books. It is so darling. I am beyond touched by it. And I know it is so fleeting. Soon, everything I do or say will be met with a roll of the eyes. She is destined to think I am a total dork. And at least a decade of her life (if not much more) will be spent trying to define herself as everything opposite to boring old out-dated mom. Isn't that the way of it? But, for now I am so cool to her. She tries to dance just like me when a fun song is playing. She flails her arms and spins in circles; not a bad impersonation really. I hear her repeat what I say in tone if not in actual words. I always see her watching me so closely. There is a lot to live up to in that little gaze.

Sew, I made us some matching pj-pants! It was nearly impossible to get a good picture of us without a tripod; these are the best out of a dozens crap pictures.




But, I'm not the only one with a mini-me. Not too long ago, I heard the unmistakable sound of Normy getting into something... probably trouble. I came down stairs to find this! He was clomping all over the house pretending to be daddy.

Smoochy however, opted out of the matching pajama pants.