Just like her Mama.

This is my baby.

Or should I say, our baby.  I suppose she is comprised of 50% Stuart's DNA, although I tend to think she is taking after my side of the family.  Blond(ish) hair.  Blue eyes.  Emotional.  Opinionated.  Sometimes cries when she doesn't get her way.

Plus, she doesn't have a beard. Which means she looks more like me by mere facial hair characteristics.

She also doesn't have any chest hair. Or any armpit hair.  Or any leg hair.

For which I am thankful.  Thank you, Norwegian ancestors, for your complete lack of body hair.  We certainly are a fair haired, bald bunch.

Even though I think she looks like my Mom, sometimes I still really see Stuart in her eyes.  Not the color, but the shape.  When she smiles. 

And then I die a thousand happy deaths because I love her so much.  And then I try to convince my husband that we need to have another one.  Who then kindly reminds me that he has another year of school left.  At which point I smile and say "So..."

At which point he says "So...don't you think it would be smart to wait?"

At which point I say "No. And 'smart' is a stupid word anyway."

At which point he says "You are being irrational."

At which point I break down in tears.

At which point I start acting exactly like a seven month old who doesn't get her way.

Yup, just like her Mama that wee-one is. 

I am so proud.