Ever since she was born, all I’ve heard is how much C is her father’s daughter. A few days after we were home from the hospital, he handed me a picture and I awed over it, asking who took that picture of our little one. In my groggy, sleep-deprived, new mommy state, I didn’t realize it was actually a picture of Craig as a newborn. A few weeks after that, I left our bedroom for a minute with the little one sleeping in the bassinet and Craig asleep in bed. When I came back, I saw them both still asleep but in identical poses with their hands up over their heads.
If I hadn’t been for the fact that I was there when she was born, I would be beginning to doubt that she was, in fact, my daughter.
Until yesterday. When she tasted my Oreo and fell in love. The “oh, that’s yummy” look in her eye was one I’ve seen in the mirror. She may not have my nose, my chin or my dark as night brown eyes, but by God, my child has a sweet tooth!
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Love it and Ryann just recently started liking fruit but always lunges for my candy, I think she’ll have my sweet tooth one day.
Oh so cute
I get you on the baby looking like daddy business 
If I didn’t have the scar I’d wonder…. but then we discovered how much she loved custard. That clinched the deal. She’s mine. Phew :p BTW how tidy is your house??? That’s def a candidate for mommy of the year 
Awesome. There will be many trips to the ice cream shop with mommy in her future!
Very cute post!!
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