Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Like mother, like daughter

I love this chubby little baby hand. I love it when she pats my cheek, I love it when she pokes her stubby little fingers in my mouth, I love it when she tugs on my hair while she's nursing. I love watching her chubby little fingers pick up cheerios or dried fruit and try to share them with me. I even love this chubby little hand when she's pinching me or digging into me with her nails while she's nursing - which she does rather often (both the pinching/digging and the nursing!).

And lately, I love watching this chubby little hand do something just like I do. Since I was a baby, I've been a hair-twirler...when I'm tired, when I'm stressed, when I'm bored...I twirl, I pull, I twist my hair. I don't pull it OUT - I just play with it, between my fingers. It drove my dad nuts. I'm pretty sure it drove my entire family nuts. I think it drives my husband nuts. I can't help it - it's totally reflexive at this point. For some reason, it's soothing.

And now...apparently, Makayla feels the same way. When she's nursing, she grabs her piggy tails and holds on. When she's tired, she walks around with her hands on her head, a piggy tail in each hand - it's irresistibly adorable. She's gotten so used to reaching for her piggy tails that on the rare occasion when I don't put her hair in pigtails, she doesn't know what to do with herself - she's constantly reaching up to her hair, trying to find a pigtail to grab!

How could I ever resist such an adorable, chubby little hand and a fistful of curls?


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