Ever since Annabel was born people have been saying things like, “Oh my goodness, Mike. She looks just like you!” I always smile when I hear this sort of thing, not just because it irritates Heather, but because there is something truly wonderful about having your own little clone baby. Unfortunately for me, I have been hearing these kinds of comments less and less of late, and I think I know why. Annabel is turning into Heather!
Heather, you may remember, talks in her sleep. Amazingly, though Annie’s vocabulary is, shall we say, limited, it appears she takes after her mother in this department. Last night Annie was fast asleep when she raised her arms in the air and said, “Uppa!” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. During Annie’s waking hours, you see, she wants nothing more than to be picked up, and spends much of her day saying “Uppa!” with her arms in the air. She must have been dreaming about being picked up. So sweet.
The similarities don’t end there though. Every new day sees my little clone baby turning more and more into Heather’s little clone baby. For example:
- When Annie is happy she has started to smile with the same giddy, open mouth smile Heather does.
- Annie has grown strong-willed like her mom, and likes to do things herself. Now when I try to brush her teeth she snatches the brush from me, puts it in her mouth, and says, “I do!”
- While playing with her toys, Annie has started to sing the “Baby, baby” song from Yo Gabba Gabba. This, dare I say, is more charming than when Heather sings Britney Spears’ songs while working.
Perhaps the most worrisome similarity between my two girls though has to do with hair. For years I have had to wait (and wait and wait) for Heather to finish doing her hair before we can go out. Lately, however, I have had to wait even longer now that Annie’s locks are long enough to need a little extra grooming too. And the look of ecstasy on Annie’s face as her hair is fussed over? It tells me I will be spending a lot of time knocking on the bathroom door yelling for her to hurry up.
This is all okay though. I love Heather, so if Annie ends up a chip off her mama’s block I don’t mind. I do hope though that, from time to time in the future, I’m lucky enough to hear people say they can still see something of me in my amazing daughter.