MY kid

I don't look like anyone in my family. I never have. Now that I'm getting older, I'm juuuuust starting to look like my mother, but before now, no one has ever said, "My, you look so much like your ______" to me in my life. One reason I was so excited to have a child was that I thought, finally, I'm going to look like SOMEONE.

Aaaaaand Cora has never looked like me. 1 out of about every 50 or 60 comments might be about how one of her features looks like mine (most often cited: mouth), but that's it.

So I'm ever so grateful that my child is taking after me in at least one way. Consider her bedtime song requested setlist tonight, in order:

1. "There is a young cowboy"
2. "The red rubber ball song"
3. "My Favorite Things"
4. "The broken wing song"

For those of you who aren't quite familiar with Cora's titling system,** that would be "Sweet Baby James," "Red Rubber Ball," "My Favorite Things" (obviously), and "Blackbird."

If you've known me for very long, you will know that my child requesting James Taylor, Paul Simon, a showtune (from The Sound of Music, no less), and the Beatles warmed my heart to no end. If she can't look like me (and probably good for her if she doesn't!), at least we can share this similarity. She certainly is a girl after my own heart where great music is concerned!


**Cora's way of referring to songs always makes me think of the index in the back of the hymnal called "Index of first lines and titles." I have always appreciated that one. It seems to have been invented for people like me who can sing the first part of a hymn but can never remember what the darn thing is actually called.