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Friday, March 16, 2012


Imitation is the highest form of flattery, as they say, but for children, it's also how they learn. Alexandra "polishes" the table with me, helps with laundry, emptying the dishwasher, puts lotion on her tummy, tries to shave her face like daddy, brushes her hair, feeds her stuffed animals, and puts on makeup and high heels like the fashionista badass that she is.

It took me awhile to recognize that this pose here is also an imitation:

I used to just think it was a move that she figured out how to do and then did it for the thrill of hanging somewhat suspended over the floor. But then I realized, she was imitating Todd and me, when we kick up our feet on the coffee table. It actually struck me just the other day even though I took this photo months ago, because after I kicked up my feet, Alex wriggled out of my lap, stood up and got into this position. It almost made me teary-eyed, because here is this little angel who wants to be just like her mere-mortal mommy.

Although what this is all about, I have no idea:

I do not wander around the house wearing only leggings and a scarf wrapped around my head. Although Todd will occasionally walk around like every day is No Shirt Day, so who knows? Maybe when I'm at work they run around shirtless with scarves wrapped around their heads. Ours is a zany house, that's for damn sure.

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