Often when I look at Vivian, I have a hard time seeing myself. I don't find that she looks like me, and I don't know that she ever will. And isn't that the whole point of having a kid? To have a mini-you wandering around?
Vivian's always been very much her own person, but I'm finding more and more that she has my personality. Of course, she doesn't have my personality as a baby, she has my personality now. She's like a 29 year old trapped in a 20 pound body.
She's stubborn. She's independent. She's sassy. She has a temper. She loves completely.
And when she's tired, I'll notice her making little circles with her feet. Just twirling her foot around absent-mindedly while she sucks on her bottle, and that's when it hits me.
I do that when I'm tired. My mom does that when she's tired.
Maybe there's more of me in this little girl than I think.