Like Mama Too

The day after I posted Like Father, Like Daughter, Hannah reminded me of my own OCD tendencies. After her bath last night, I heard her playing in the living room with her blocks. I assumed she was building another one of her four block high towers that she would then knock tumbling to the floor. Instead, she had organized them into a very neat and straight line. And she even had the patience to line up 17 blocks!

I guess there are plenty of my quirks in her little DNA.

The only difference is I would have organized them by color. Or alphabetically.

Like Father, Like Daughter

I smile when I see Hannah doing little things that remind me of myself. Like when she straightens the top of her hamper after tossing her clothes inside or when she mindlessly twirls her hair between her fingers. But leaving her shoes next to the stairs? That's all Daddy.