As Willow grows (and those little teefers start filling her mouth), Che and I can't help but notice how she looks like this person or acts like that one, how she looks like a young Katee on this day and how she reminds of us toddler Bristol on that day.
At any given moment, she can look like Che or me or Gran or Mimi.
But there's one striking and quite specific trait that's standing out right now -- "the strong face," aka "the cold face." This is right out of cousin Rett's playbook.
A few years back, when Rett was a toddler and we were at Myrtle Beach with my side of the family, we had a grand time getting Rett to do the face. I'm not confidently sure, but I think my sister called it "the cold face." I called it "the strong face." She'd ask Rett to do it, and he'd tense up his arms in front of his body as if he were trying his darnedest to conjure up a spell, and he'd clench his teeth and shake a little. To me, he looked like a little He-man (or a constipated Gandalf).
We asked him to do the face over and over and got big kicks out of it.
Well, Willow does the exact. Same. Face. (I just spent several minutes trying to get her to do the face, but she's in no mood; nap time looms. But I'll try to get a pic up on Facebook as soon as I can).
I don't think Che likes Willow doing the face, because it really looks like it hurts (and we have a theory that Gran's recent neck problems stem from her doing the face in an effort to get Willow to do the face). But I think Willow likes doing it; if there's a lull in the day, she'll grit her teeth, tense up her spell-conjuring arms like a mad sorcerer and start her little shake. I can't help but laugh.
Willow and I have even made a little dance out of it, "The Willhemian Rhapsody."
I start singing, "I see a little Willow of girl, Scaramoushe, Scaramoushe, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening!"
When she hears "thunderbolt" she starts doing the face as if she's Dr. Frankenstein bringing the Monster to life among thunderbolts and lightning.
Then instead of "Galileo! Galileo!," I sing, "bouncy-bouncy, bouncy-bouncy," and she starts bouncing up and down.
She does other dances, but this is my favorite. Che prefers the "Ring Around the Rosie" dance.
At any rate, this face ain't going anywhere, and I know Rett is going to have a blast conjuring up the face with Willow on our vacation next week.
And I'm sure I'll have Willow dancing the entire "Willhemian Rhapsody" by the time she turns 5.
At any given moment, she can look like Che or me or Gran or Mimi.
But there's one striking and quite specific trait that's standing out right now -- "the strong face," aka "the cold face." This is right out of cousin Rett's playbook.
A few years back, when Rett was a toddler and we were at Myrtle Beach with my side of the family, we had a grand time getting Rett to do the face. I'm not confidently sure, but I think my sister called it "the cold face." I called it "the strong face." She'd ask Rett to do it, and he'd tense up his arms in front of his body as if he were trying his darnedest to conjure up a spell, and he'd clench his teeth and shake a little. To me, he looked like a little He-man (or a constipated Gandalf).
We asked him to do the face over and over and got big kicks out of it.
Well, Willow does the exact. Same. Face. (I just spent several minutes trying to get her to do the face, but she's in no mood; nap time looms. But I'll try to get a pic up on Facebook as soon as I can).
I don't think Che likes Willow doing the face, because it really looks like it hurts (and we have a theory that Gran's recent neck problems stem from her doing the face in an effort to get Willow to do the face). But I think Willow likes doing it; if there's a lull in the day, she'll grit her teeth, tense up her spell-conjuring arms like a mad sorcerer and start her little shake. I can't help but laugh.
Willow and I have even made a little dance out of it, "The Willhemian Rhapsody."
I start singing, "I see a little Willow of girl, Scaramoushe, Scaramoushe, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening!"
When she hears "thunderbolt" she starts doing the face as if she's Dr. Frankenstein bringing the Monster to life among thunderbolts and lightning.
Then instead of "Galileo! Galileo!," I sing, "bouncy-bouncy, bouncy-bouncy," and she starts bouncing up and down.
She does other dances, but this is my favorite. Che prefers the "Ring Around the Rosie" dance.
At any rate, this face ain't going anywhere, and I know Rett is going to have a blast conjuring up the face with Willow on our vacation next week.
And I'm sure I'll have Willow dancing the entire "Willhemian Rhapsody" by the time she turns 5.
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