When I was pregnant with Cameron, we thought we were having a boy for a while. I thought if I had a boy, he would be a rambunctious, climbing, crib breaking, paint-chip eating baby like his dad (this was based on Mike's own description). Then when I found out I was having a girl, I thought she would be like me. In fact, we both said we were going to have a blue-eyed version of me. What we got was a brown-eyed version of Mike.
Saturday, we put Cameron down for a nap. Mike looked at the monitor and said "She's not in her crib!" We went into our bedroom to find her sitting in the middle of our bed wearing his gym lanyard and playing with things out of my nightstand with a big smile on her face. So Mike got out the drill and lowered the crib way below how it's intended to be used. In less than 5 minutes, she was hanging over the side of the crib. We gave up on nap time and she rewarded herself by putting on her gymnastics ribbon. Next plan--we got her a sleep sack--basically a sleeping bag with arms so she couldn't lift her leg up over the crib. That worked for three days until today when she walked out of the bedroom wearing it like a cape.
See how proud of herself she is?
Mike said "She's a carbon copy of me!" haha. She is a lot like her Daddy and nothing like I expected. She challenges me and makes me laugh every day. She is so much fun and such a joy and quite a beauty (who knew Mike would make a pretty girl?). I love her spirit and determination. I love that she has rythm, which I don't. I love that she loves EVERYTHING! I love her big brown eyes. I love her golden hair. I love her passion. I love her smile. I love the way she hugs her stuffed animals. I love that she is constantly coming to me for kisses and blowing them at me from the back seat. I am so proud of how kind and gentle she is with other kids even when they aren't with her. I honestly wouldn't change a thing about her. . . Although, I might change her sleeping habits. Actually, I'm sure there is a purpose in all that too. I just don't know if I'll have the clarity to figure out what that is until I'm not so tired.
God knows what he is doing and he gave us the babies we were meant to have. I make a point to thank him for that every day. I learn from them just as they learn from me. I really don't know what to expect from either of them in the future but I am looking forward to finding out what they have in store for us. And no expectations . . . except they better like Disneyland.
Oh yeah and we did get our blue-eyed mini me, just not when we expected it. 
