The day a baby is born, someone in the family looks beyond the scrawny legs and blue-veined skin and begins peering at that baby, trying to deduce who in the family she looks like. Meet Addison--the carbon copy of my sister, her mother.
My sister likes to think Addison got her stubborness from her. I'll give her that. Never have I met a more stubborn person than my sister. I had to laugh when I heard her telling Addison that she might be just as stubborn as her mommy, but mommy is bigger and has the advantage. But where does she get her expressiveness from? Maybe Aunt Andi? Regardless, nannying today went well. Quiet and agreeable--so that was a nice change from last night when I witnessed her vomit into my sisters arms about three times and then deliver an astoundingly dirty diaper which I think I will be able to smell all week. While I looked on in flinching horror, I couldn't help but be impressed by her mother. Patient. Just rocking her back and forth and giving her all the pity she could desire. So I was thankful that Addison decided to reflect that attribute of her mother today. Patience.
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