When I neared the end of my pregnancy, I received a large envelope from my mom full of photos of me as a baby. I had asked for them so that, when Alice was born, we could compare those photos to see if she looked more like her mommy or her daddy. It was blatantly obvious after she was born that she most resembled her daddy, though. Her eye shape. Her gummy smile. Her frown-y face. All from dad. But, every once in awhile, she'll turn her head to look at me and I see bits of me, too. Her elf ears. Her squishy nose. Her expressive eyebrows. And, of course, her auburn hair. All from mom.
I am pretty sure she got my fiery personality, though. But hopefully there is a healthy dose of Dad's patience sprinkled in there, too.
Alice doing the two-step. August 2012.