Her Mother's Daughter

A few weeks ago (before I decided that I'm too pregnant to hang out in the humid heat in my own house and started using my A/C) our house was sweltering hot by mid-afternoon.  I never napped well, and Alec and Lyssa frequently woke up hot and grouchy.  One day in particular Lyssa woke up and her entire back and legs were soaked with sweat and she was not happy about it, so I let her change her clothes.  She peeked in her closet and chose an old pink poka dot dress.  I gladly put it on her and instantly felt all nostalgic.  

See, this pretty little number is a dress my mom made for me when I was her age, and though I don't remember much from those very young years I remember LOVING that dress.  

My sister, Erin, had a matching dress that I likely wore after she grew out of it, so that may be why I remember it so well. (Apparently they also had detachable collars at one point, though I don't remember them... or Erin's friend that I'm trying to copy in this picture.)

As Lyssa ran around in her "pink dress", whirling and twirling I couldn't resist taking pictures!  I've come to the conclusion that this little number must have shrunk over the years because it is much much shorter on Lyssa than it was on me at that age, and neither of us has ever been very tall.  

me (age 2)

Lyssa (age 2)

It's fun to compare the two of us at that age.  Though I have seen similarities between the two of us in younger pictures, Lyssa definitely has a look all of her own, with darker hair, darker skin, darker eyes, the classic "Parkinson upper lip", and no crazy cowlicks (Alec was not so lucky).  She's also got her own brand of personality, and I LOVE IT!

There are still enough similarities though that you can easily say 

"She is her mother's daughter" 

and for that I feel lucky.