An ongoing joke around this house is THE SCOWL. I have some great pictures of all my family members with a scowl...........husband as a itty baby, scowling at his grandma. One daughter as a 9 month old or so, scowling into the camera (looking EXACTLY like her dad). The other daughter in the first picture I ever received of her, as a 4 month old in China, scowling off into the distance. The first person I showed this referral picture to, my step-dad, said, "Who pissed HER off?"
The joke continues as we now talk about Baby Boy having a scowl. He just won't fit into the family without one, right? I was thinking of this today as I poked and prodded my belly, begging for him to kick me. He had been unusually quiet, increasing my pregnancy paranoia (enough for a post all on its own).
I did end up feeling him later on, doing some rolling moves. I thanked him, and laughed to myself, thinking it will be no surprise if he scowls at me right after birth as if to say, "Leave me alone, MOM! Quit POKING AT ME!"
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