The other day, while riding in the passenger seat in the car, I spontaneously reached back and rubbed Baby's foot in a massage sort of way to keep her distracted or entertained or something. Surprisingly, when I stopped, she asked for more. A little while later she stuck out her other foot and said, "other one!" so that one got a rub-down too. We alternated a couple more times. It seems she likes foot massages as much as I do.

Just a few minutes ago, while giving her a late-night milk, I was feeling how smooth the skin on her hand is, and then rubbed it a little harder as a masseuse would do. She really like it, and demanded I continue when I stopped. She did this more than once, then pulled that hand away and thrust out the other one, saying again, "other one!" so that one got a massage too. It seems she likes hand massages as much as Shelley does.

Like father, like daughter.

Like mother, like daughter.