Isn't it amazing how much of ourselves is reflected in our children. For example, Caitlin looks so much like I looked when I was a baby that my uncles and aunts cannot stop talking about it. Of course they would know; they watched me grow up after all. All of them look a little alike each other anyway so they get a kick out of seeing their genetic material get passed down to another generation. I in turn, look a whole lot like my father. In fact my mother always says that I inherited everything from him: his brains, his looks, right down to his walk.
However, it's not fair to say that Caitlin only has MY genetic material. It seems that she's inherited her father's sense of humour. Two days ago I was feeding her and she bit down hard on my nipple. When I yelped in pain and surprise, she immediately followed with a giggle. Then, for the heck of it, she bit me a second time. This time, I forced myself not to giggle along with her. A combination of surpressed laughter and mock sterness resulted in a sort of constipated look on my face. Hopefully, she got that biting Mommy isn't a game. It seems she's also inherited her Daddy's sensative skin. Vin used to break out in rashes all the time. Sand used to make him break out in blisters. In the span of one week, I've seen my daughter go from small little heat induced bumps to eczema on her mouth to full blown hives. Vin says she'll outgrow it but I'm upset of course. I've already given up seafood. Could it be that I've cut down on the breastmilk and therefore she's MORE sensative?
Caitlin just loves her "Between the Lions" video. She can sort of sit up by herself if I jam her in between two pillows. However, after a while she just falls over sideways.
