Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Carbon Copy.

I'm pretty sure that my four-year-old niece Avery is my daughter. I think that my family drugged me to make me forget that I was ever pregnant and then gave Avery to my sister Erin to raise. I mean, judge for yourself . . .

She has my dimples:

And my bedhead:

And she takes her bagels very seriously:

PLUS, she loves to sing. I asked her once to sing me a song while she was sitting in my lap and she responded by getting off my lap and walking away. I said in my best hurt voice: "You're not gonna sing for me???" She spun around with a look of utter surprise and said with an exasperated tone "Well, I HAVE to get my microphone!" I knew in that moment that she MUST be my daughter.

Today she did something that confirmed that suspicion further.

See, when I was a kid, the big joke in my family was that if there was a reflective surface around, I would find a way to look at myself in it. At dinner, I would talk to my sister across the table but I wasn't looking at her - I was looking at myself in the reflection in the sliding glass door behind her. In the bathroom, I would stand there talking to my sister while we brushed our teeth but I never once looked at her - I was too busy watching myself talk. I was my own biggest fan. It was obnoxious but, hey - SOMEONE needed to admire the way the back part of mullet cascaded down my shoulder while I talked. Geez, people - can you blame me??

Well, today my sister texted me to tell me that Avery had just come into her living room and said: "Mommy. I just went into the bathroom to see if I look pretty. I didn't think I was going to but OH MY GOSH I look soooooooooo pretty."


And soooooooooooo my child.


Emma said...

Soooooooo you!! Those were great choices on the pics!

Unknown said...

I do love that kid. I hadn't thought about it before, but I think she is a mini-Catchy!

The Leuenberger's said...

omg....girls....they are just too much! Love her.