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Jamimi
February 19th, 2007 by dimapakali
The first time I saw her, I couldn’t help wondering if the tiny creature in my arms was indeed my daughter. She looked so frail that I had a hard time clutching her in my arms. I also couldn’t see any resemblance between me and her. My mom said that she looked just like me when I was still a baby but my mother-in-law said the same thing to my husband. I guess the game of trying to influence the baby has began. And it looks as if my mom is at an advantage. After all, we are going to live with them for the meantime (which has now stretched to 4 months, 17 days and 15 hours).
Jamie didn’t looked like the baby one usually sees in tv and print ads. She actually reminded me of a monkey because she was so red and hairy. But the moment she opened her eyes and looked at me, I just melted. All my doubts disappeared. She is indeed her mama’s daughter. There is no denying the fact that she got my chinky eyes (the only difference is that hers had this adorable ability of growing bigger every time she stares at something). She even has my smile. Now I could be comforted with the knowledge that she seems all set for life. She is after all already armed with the looks. And I’ve got no doubt in my mind that she’s smart. In fact, as early as now, she already commands the household. Can you believe it? I mean, I am 26 years old but my folks rarely listen to me. But they are at Jamie’s beck and call.
Don’t get any wrong idea though. Jamie is no mini-me. In fact, she also took a lot from her papa. The only problem is she seems to have inherited the gross quirks that come with being a guy. She drools and farts a lot. In fact, I think she could beat her papa in a farting competition anytime. Her feet also smells especially when it is hot. Sometimes it reminds me of adobo. She also has this habit of scratching her ears whenever she is sleepy or irritated. She also has a temper. She likes to be the center of attention. Try ignoring her and you will hear a shriek so shrill that I often fear that the bulbs at home will break.
Well, that’s Jamimi, my baby, my princess, my boss and my love.
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