(I know I've been MIA of late... I'll catch you up on all our craziness very soon. But here's a quick post I just had to get in.)
Sometimes our children are a mini self-portrait of ourselves. This can be flattering and not so much so... as in the example below:
I distinctly remember despising when my mother would do this to me and I had no idea I was doing it to my children until Piper began doing it to me and to her stuffed animals.