When our daughter was born — in fact, even when she was in her mom’s womb (the marvel of 3D ultrasound) — she looked so much like me when I was a baby: round face, sharp nose, even a little Caucasian-looking (believe it or not). I felt quite giddy and proud (even relieved, since I always taunt my wife that she was an ugly duckling as a kid…of course, I quickly add that she since transformed into a beautiful swan, lest I get banned from entering our room). That lasted for maybe 3 months.
Since then, there’s no mistaking she’s her mommy’s girl. Sometimes when she wakes me up up close face to face, the resemblance is so uncanny it’s a little unnerving. She is her mother’s Mini Me. Anyone can tell from the eyes alone. Add the cute little nose and it’s Mommy Princess circa 1974.
There are some traces of me, like the chubby cheeks and the double chin, and at certain angles, she looks like me when I was a baby. But hands-down, she is more like her mom now, a lot more like her mom. I have since accepted it. In fact, I have to learned to embrace it. Sure, I remain the cuter baby, but my daughter is without a doubt a pretty, charming, and adorable little girl. Much like her mama.
Now that she’s a few months short of two years old, she’s become her mom’s Mini Me in more ways than facial features. In terms of personality, she is turning to be almost an exact chip of the old block. And I don’t know if I should be ecstatic and frightened.
Consider these strange similarities:
- She likes to look at herself in the mirror — preening and admiring at herself. I swear she does it exactly like her mom.
- She’s KSP — calling her dada every couple of minutes, to play, show off, or bring her downstairs. Just like her mommy, who interrupts me every couple of minutes with a question, a story, a comment, or a request, or just to make papansin – running to the bedroom for a hug, dancing, pa-cute, and generally just looking for attention and affection.
- She likes being kissed on the neck. She literally throws her head back for some tickles and kisses.
- She watches the same shows over and over, like her Barney, Dr. Seuss, and Sesame Street videos. When it catches her fancy, her mom watches the same shows and movies over and over, like Grey’s Anatomy, Iron Man, and Australia.
- She gets irritated at her dada when I’m noisy, like when I snore in bed or grunt in the bathroom. Her mom gets irritated at her honey when I’m noisy, like when I snorre in bed or grunt instead of replying with an enthusiastic complete sentence.
- She likes to be always dikit with her dada. Her mom likes to be always dikit with me too.
- She’s not a tweetums girl. Her mom’s not tweetums too.
- She likes to walk around the room half-naked. ‘Nuff said.
- She is the main subject of my camera and camcorder. So is her mother.
- She has a lively personality, always fun to be around. Like her mom.
- She has a short fuse, and needs time to be appeased. Same with mommy.
- She is the sunshine of my life. Like her mom.









