(Photo taken by KeliB.
I think that Michelle is going to be so much like her dad. Like the way she wants everything neat and organized. She often tells me, "You should do it this way." Or "When I grow up, I'll have all my things so organized." She loves to help me clean and often points out the ways that I'm not organized.
She also likes to exercise. I hate it... I try to do it, but the only exercise that I can say I find at all enjoyable is yoga. She likes to exercise like her daddy.
And her newest way she is like her dad? She LOVES to scare me. She likes to jump out from behind doors or sneak up on me. Most of the time, I hear her coming and she doesn't actually scare me (although I often act like she did). But on Sunday, she got me good. I had decided to rest for a bit. I was lying down on my bed and had just dozed off when all the sudden Michelle yelled "Boo" right next to my head. I jumped clear out of my bed it scared me so badly.
Alfredo loves to startle me. He doesn't really scare me too badly anymore. I nearly killed him one time that he did. We had been married less than a year and were living in an apartment. The bathroom was in the bedroom, and the bedroom also had a walk-in closet. Alfredo was gone running some errands, and I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I thought I heard him come home, but I called out to him and he didn't respond and I didn't hear anything else, so I figured I must have been wrong. I got out of the shower and wrapped up and started to walk into our bedroom. From behind me, from the closet, I heard this snarling noise. I jumped. I was so scared that I started to cry and shake. It was Alfredo, of course. He hadn't turned the lights on in the bedroom and decided to hide in the closet to startle me. Only it worked a little better than he had planned. I don't think I've ever been more scared/startled in my life. He has never scared me that badly since.
But one of these days, Michelle just might....