But just in case I ever had any questions about whether or not she belongs to me, two recent discoveries made it quite obvious.
- At our recent group swim class, I spent the lessons in the pool with Pippi while Juni was with his instructor. The whole time we were in the pool, Pippi flirted shamelessly with the lifeguards -- so much so that one of the guards commented that she was the cutest baby he'd ever seen. Of course, Pip flirted with the male and female guards, but she is already following in her mother's footsteps of summers spent making eyes at all the cute boys up in the stand. And I still like to flirt with my favorite lifeguard, who happens also to be Pippi's dad.
- My girl loves some mashed potatoes, as illustrated in the photo above. Mashed potatoes are one of my all-time favorite foods (thank goodness Bob Evans and Country Crock make such a tasty prepared version). At my first Thanksgiving with my future in-laws, I embarrassed myself by declaring them my favorite holiday food, then noticing that there were none on the table. Based on her diligent efforts to lick the spoon (and her fingers) clean, Pippi seems to be on the same path.
As they say, the nut seldom falls far from the tree.