Since the day this crazy baby was born there have been two camps concerning who everyone thinks she looks like. Amazingly enough the camps are NOT divided between my family and his family. Meaning there are people on his side of the family that swear she looks just like me and people on my side that swear she looks like Steven. Uncle Cha Cha and Aunt K in Cali have always been positive that she is a little Steven. Aunt Birdie (my sister, Robin) said from the very beginning when Emmylou is angry, sad, sleepy, etc. that she is the spitting image of her Daddy.
But then as she got older, she began to look exactly like some of my baby pictures (sorry no digital pictures of me to compare). That being the case, I figured she was going to end up looking like me. Because of this phenomenon, I have always been confused at what to say to people when they ask the question, “Who does she look like?” I would usually just say, “Herself.”
The moment I snapped this picture the other day, all other evidence and opinions seem moot…..
I think it must be those eyes, the furrow of the brow, and the crooked half smirk.