This is what I (Holly) tell everyone about my kids:  Daniel looks like an Aldous, but he is all Eppie.  Elizabeth looks like Eppie, but she is all Aldous.  What’s an Aldous?  (Actually, you’re probably asking “What’s an Eppie?”)  Aldous is my maiden name, and while I can’t speak for all of my siblings, this is what an Aldous is - Hence, this is what Elizabeth is:

She walks around the house all day singing “Happy Happy birthday, daddy dear” (But more like “Happy happy day dada de”) 

She is very strong-willed - Making sure she always gets her way….by pulling Daniel’s hair all the time.  She doesn’t understand it hurts because she loves to pull her own hair and thinks it’s great.

She’s a morning person and so not a night owl.  Thank goodness.  Night people are wierd - I married one. 

Shyness galore around strangers.   No church nursery for her, thank you.

Lizzie Dances like there’s no tomorrow.  The song I choreographed for the e-dance show is “Walk like an Egyptian.”  Lizzie, all the time, sings Way-o, Way-o, Way-o and does the egyptian-head-bob thing.

 Oh, the hair.  Poor girl has crazy hair.  After years of frizz and unmanagable hair, I finally figured out a way to tame my own hair.  Now I’m working on Elizabeth’s and I just can’t figure out what to do with it.  Is it straight?  Is it curly?  What do I do with this mullett?  How in the world do I stick these things in your hair?  Oh my.  This was one of the reasons why I wanted all boys.  I’m not a “girl mom.” 

That’s it for now - Maybe I’ll think of a few more later