So, Avery is my daughter. I remember being pregnant with her. I remember giving birth to her.
However, as much as I try to convince myself otherwise, she really doesn't look anything like me, and she certainly doesn't act like me. She's always on the go go go go (I used to sit in one place and stare at a blade of grass for hours as a child... seriously), she's super defiant and doesn't listen (I am extremely passive-agressive), she talks a LOT (talking too much makes me uncomfortable, I'm pretty introverted unless I'm drunk), she's blonde (Im half Greek). These are all Troy characteristics.
The only thing really I'll take credit for is her whining (I am a professional complainer) and her histrionic tendencies. Characteristics of which I am not the most proud. It's like Troy is so dominant that his genes punched all my cool genes in the face and they just backed off.
My husband is 6'4". Not to mention he's shorter than his two younger brothers and Dad. And Avery's TALL. 100th percentile friggen long limbs and thin tall. Like supermodel status. I think I'm jealous of my one and a half year old. Actually I know I am. And it's like she rubs it in my face, too. I'll offer her pasta and bread and cheese and all sorts of foods that have tormented me my whole life and she's just shakes her head and says, "ice, pweese". Classic skinny girl move. I truly feel like if I could eat ice instead of food, all my problems would be solved. Anyway, look how tall she is! (with her cell phone, of course.)
But I am honestly so thrilled she will never have to deal with weight issues. Or end up like this kid (he breaks it down at the end... pretty awesome):