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Copycat

So, my sister had a kid, so I have a new baby nephew these days. He's the first in my immediate family, so there's all sorts of excitement having to do with him. We are all very excited for his parents, and we're all very excited to meet him.

My parents, understandably, were the most excited of the immediate family to meet him. They were the first to spend time with my sister and my nephew, and they were quite happy about the whole thing. The funniest part, to me, was that my mom insisted that my nephew looks like me. I didn't really think much of it, since there's almost always someone who insists that family member X looks like family member Y.

Of course, my mom has years and years of experience with this whole baby thing. Also, she's MY mother, so she is one of the two foremost authorities on what I looked like as a baby. Not even I can say what I looked like as a baby, so I really should've listened when she threw out that particular tidbit. In fact, she pulled out some of my baby pictures at one point so that I could see the resemblance myself. And sure enough, the resemblance was there. The Mild Fiancée put my picture side by side with one of my nephew, and we look like we could almost be the same kid. Well, then.

At this point, I obviously felt more of an affinity for my nephew. I was going to root for the kid no matter what, but now that I realize he looks like I used to, that's my like favorite baby, ever. I hope this kid cures cancer and wins an Olympic gold medal. At the same time, if possible. He's got to make my face look good.

The funniest part, though, has nothing to do with how he looks. Instead, it has to do with how he sleeps. First of all, he twitches a little bit. That's fairly normal for babies, and there's even a theory on how that's helpful for babies. The other thing he does, though, is smile in his sleep. My sister sent me a picture of him full-on smiling in his sleep; it looks like he's drunk off of milk or something. I'm not going to lie: it's a really freaking adorable picture.

Now, as a quick reminder, funny things tend to happen when I'm asleep. The Mild Fiancée knows this better than anyone, as that previous post can attest. So, when she heard about the sleep twitching and the sleep smiling, she immediately responded with, "you do that, too!" Yup, apparently this kid is like me in more ways than one. I've jerked/twitched in my sleep for most of my life, so that was no surprise. However, the sleep smiling thing was news to me at first, but since she had personally witnessed it (see the linked post at the beginning of this paragraph), I knew it must be true.

Yup, my baby nephew is one big copy cat.

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