The Pagan Post: Like Father Like Daughter

It's no secret that Charlotte genetically favors Jeremy in the physical appearance department. What does continue to shock me is how much she favors him in the personality department. The big things were fairly obvious from the start. According to those who knew him as a baby, Jeremy was easy going, content little thing. Charlotte could not possibly be a more laid back baby. According to those who knew me, my parents were saintly just for keeping my alive the first six months. We lucked out on that one!

As Charlotte gets older and I learn her quirks and idiosyncrasies I find so many small, odd things she has in common with Jer. For example, Jer loves to chew his ice. He will nurse a cup of ice for hours. The other day Charlotte lost a fight with a hardwood step and split her lip open. I gave her an ice cube to suck on and it changed her life. She sucked the life out of that ice and then desperately pleaded with me for another one. I wonder what gene the "ice loving" trait is on? Another odd one is how much they both love their beds. Jeremy admits as a kid he never really liked sleep-overs because he didn't like sleeping in a foreign bed. It is painfully obvious that Charlotte shares in that sentiment. In fact, my 7 PMer stayed up until 11 PM on Saturday night so she wouldn't have to sleep in the Pac 'n Play. When we got home, she jumped out of my arms into the loving embrace of her blankets, dollies, and pacis. How are these things genetic? In his baby book, Jeremy's mom openly comments on the amount of hiccups Jeremy had in the womb; I wrote the exact same thing in Charlotte's book (unknowingly).

I think I said this at 3 months, but 10 months may be my favorite age so far. Charlotte is so much fun. She talks and laughs and sings all day long. She is mobile and happy to explore her environment. She loves being around other babies and new toys. She loves her crib and will play in there for 10 minutes before nap and bedtime. She will play for an hour or more on her own wandering around the house causing mischief. I love to watch her explore and learn and process. Everyone tells me it only gets better, and I might be starting to believe them.