Cantinetta at Rockwell is an Italian/Vegetarian resto. Or at least, that’s what this website says.
We were famished after almost two hours at the Global Pinoy bazaar and could not decide where to eat. We were standing at the taxi stand from across the street and I was so wanting to have a Mocha Frappucino at Starbucks. We spotted one across the street. On the way to Starbucks, we wondered where to have dinner. It was the first establishment we passed by.
I was hesitant at first. After that ridiculous dinner at Cima in Eastwood and after a number of ridiculous dinners in places like Prince of Jaipur, Italianni’s, T.G.I.Fridays and even Claw Daddy’s, I was not too keen on eating in another expensive place – and hating it.
There were a bunch of real Italians sitting outside. A waiter from inside the resto came out of the door and approached us. I was apprehensive. I told him I wanted to see the menu first to see if I liked anything before deciding whether I wanted to stay or not.
It turned out to be a very good dining experience. Ryan said, “I think we have found our Italian restaurant!” …because I love Italian.
The food, service and ambiance were great! The waiters were helpful. Food was served fast. The bill and the change were fast too! The food was delicious! We finished the Pescatora (fresh seafood with tomato sauce) we ordered. Though we didn’t finish the Quattro Formaggi (mozzarella, parmesan, gorgonzola and ricotta cheese) pizza we ordered because we were quite full, we did not have a problem eating it for breakfast the next day! Haha! I did not get to take photos of the food because we were sitting under one of the umbrellas outside where it was really quiet and breezy and we were only lit with a candle light. It was just so relaxing to sit there, eat good food and have a little bit of chit chat with a cup of macchiato (for me) and an Earl Grey tea (for Ryan.)
Cantinetta
Blk. 9 Hidalgo Drive, Rockwell Center
Makati City, Metro Manila
(02) 403-0145
Open from 11:00 am to 11:00 pm all days of the week
We made our way to Rockwell on the last of the two-day Global Pinoy Bazaar that I was so raring to go to. It took a lot of effort too mind you, at least to me. I was feeling energy-less that day (oh more so the day before) but this bazaar was something I was definitely not going to miss.. and with good reason.
Taxi dropped us off a short walk away from the bazaar entrance.
First booths we saw were of the Yabang Pinoy advocates. Already went crazy but fought off the urge to buy the first thing I got my hands on. Ryan had to sort of drag me away from the way-too-cool t-shirts, bags, stickers and journals. We arrived in the middle of the program so I could hear Ali Sangalang reading a poem in the background amidst cheers from friends and supporters.
We got to the tent entrance and was told there was an entrance fee of P100. That almost turned me off because I could not get the idea of having to pay so you could get inside a bazaar where you will (ideally) do nothing but purchase; but I figured we already made our way there and we might as well go inside. (Will someone tell me though what this entrance fee is for because I was not paying attention..)
They also gave us these….
Upon closer look of the Yabang Pinoy magazine/pamphlet cover I realized that its a photo of a “Takatak” with cigarettes in it. Hmmmm… Couldn’t they have found a better photo or item without seemingly advertising smoking? (I read the magazine and thought, couldn’t they have found some other thing?)
Went about the OC-way through the bazaar. Saw lots of awesome cool things at every turn. Saw people I knew like Jasmine Mendiola whom I had a play with, Tanghalang Ateneo back in 2003; like Kabbie and Mitor whom we went to Coron with in June 2008 and went to a few TF house parties with; and even saw Paula Peralejo manning or hanging out at a booth. (I used to see her at the CASAA in U.P.Dil)
Saw lots of clothes and shoes that I just wanted to get, all of them, hahaha, except of course I’m not wealthy like that. And then in one corner I see Momo shoes. The uber-cool Momo shoes that I absolutely could just not resist, I just had to try one on.. and I never really try anything on unless I am absolutely into buying. I picked this one out! Ibong Adarna shoes! Aren’t they totally gorgeous?!:D
After the first shot was taken, I realized two things. One, we forgot to bring the 18-135mm lens and was gonna get by with the 50mm. Two, I got there without combing my hair! Hahahahaha! I took a shower some time in the afternoon, put my hair up without combing in a tight bun right away to keep it away from Lia, took care of Lia and fell asleep with her for an hour or so, got dressed after waking up and took off.
So that is how I ended up with this hair when I went over to buy a dress at a booth a few steps away from Momo’s. I had wanted another blue dress, but well, I could only afford one so I made Ryan pick out which. I still keep thinking about that bright blue dress though. Maybe I will make it all the way to The Ruins where they said they have a shop. Love their loose dresses!
This I suppose is one of those rare moments I have my face not angled to either right or left, which one of my friends just had to point out one time. And so, this is how my face looks like when it’s not angled to either side. You can see my dimples, both of them, and even the little ones at the corners of my mouth. All these dimples Lia got. Yes, my daughter might look like Ryan but she has got my eyes and all of my dimples. Hooorah!
I can’t seem to find the site or any other information or link to this shop… Too bad. I loved loved their clothes.
After losing and finding Ryan, and chatting a bit with Kabbie and Mitor, we made our way down to the area where there were lots of stuff for kids. Went absolutely crazy there too.
Ryan saw this shirt from Lalaughka and thought of my niece Marielle. I just had to get it for her. I hope she likes it! I had wanted to get some blocks for my nephew Sean from Loot Fairy but cash was running low.
Kabbie and Mitor showed us the onesie they got from Urban Baby and we thought we should get one for Lia too! A Future Aktibista onesie for the true-blue U.P. baby. Though we were never real activists. I don’t understand why there should be a generalization. Sure, Ryan is an alumnus of some [famous] fraternity. Sure, I am a U.P. Repertory Company alumna, but I have never been to any rally. And that was absolutely my choice…
Emerging from the exit doors, we came upon food booths. Famished, I was into getting some food but more into trying to get back to the Yabang Pinoy booths to buy something before they closed. I made Ryan buy some delicious-looking cupcakes from Beehive.
We made our way back to the front to finally make some purchases. There were some interesting t-shirts we wanted to look at again. I finally gave in to the Agos wallets. I bought myself a CamSur decorated blue one, to replace my Guess? wallet that I bought five, yes, five years ago! Wow, is that not amazing?! Hahahaha!
I made the Agos peeps, with their Yabang Pinoy ID lanyards, pose with me.
And of course, a photo opportunity to show off those Yabang Pinoy bands.
Took a photo of that shirt we so wanted to get except that we wanted them in black instead of white. For the surfer dude and dudette in us. They told us they will come up with black tees, as per request, and would get in touch with us. Sure, sure! We’d love to have them t-shirts!
Finally, one last photo. And no that is not John Lloyd. Hahahaha!
We really had a blast at the Global Pinoy Bazaar. Looking forward to next year! Actually, looking forward to the next bazaar!
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Lia's blue Christmas tree.. missing its star. Lia is the star!
Yes, Lia is indeed the star of this Christmas tree. It has all our favorite photos of her in it. Ryan loves the idea of having all our favorite photos of Lia hanging on the tree. Lia’s first ever Christmas tree for her first ever Christmas.
It took a lot of printer ink but well, what the heck, I have never had any of her photos printed ever so I’m allowed to print away.
A close-up of the tree. It looks pretty with all the shining shimmering ornaments and the ribbons that I made myself. The store clerks told me I could have them make the ribbons for each roll of ribbon I buy. Each roll cost >P100 and each roll makes one ribbon. So I said, what the heck! Give me that shiny blue ribbon that costs P200 and I’ll make all the ribbons myself. I made 18 in all. Gosh, I’m so proud of myself. Hahaha! It only took a YouTube video to learn how to do the ribbons. Well, the video I watched was absolutely boring so I am not too keen on posting a link to it. Thank you YouTube anyway!
When we first put up the ornament-free tree, Lia was so scared of it. She wouldn’t even go near the tree. But after we decorated it, made it prettier, and she saw that her Mama was all over the tree and that the best part of it is that it has her pretty face all over it, she has now since overcame that fear. Lia now recognizes her face in photos and in mirrors. She also kisses herself in the mirror. Funny, crazy kid. (I absolutely love her!)
This is how she helped in decorating the tree.
And she is indeed the star of our tree, and the star of our lives, that is why her name is Trellia. It means “star”.
But I will find that big shiny bright star to put on top of the tree. I still have not find it yet but I will. I did find a blue angel but I think that’s just scary.. an angel on top of the tree.
Flipping through a Smile magazine while out having a Mocha Frost in Figaro at The Brick Road, resting from another shopping expedition for the Christmas tree project, a Donna Summer song blasting out of the speakers from an aerobics workout at the gym on the second floor, I thought about how long it has been since I last was on an airplane. I miss traveling. I think it won’t be long now before I could [probably] go out on a trip by myself. The question is more like whether I would want to. I would probably have a really hard time sleeping even for one night without my daughter.
The Christmas tree project is turning out to be an expensive one. I have never made one myself and all on my own and I wouldn’t still, if only I didn’t have a daughter who deserves a Christmas tree for her first ever Christmas. It’s my first Christmas tree too and I am learning a lot. Next year I think I will start conceptualizing months ahead and maybe cut down on costs by making the ornaments myself. It would also be a great activity for Lia and me. Decorating for Christmas is just really expensive. The six-foot tree is now worth P5,500. I can’t say I’m too happy about that.
The past days I have been spending money like I make any. I spent two thousand on shoes though I can hardly be blamed for that. I have not bought a pair of shoes in two years and I had to throw out almost half of the few pairs I own in the aftermath of Typhoon Ondoy. I have been mostly hoarding scrapbooking stuff for the baby’s scrapbook – and buying clothes, like I have opportunities for wearing them as I probably go out like once a week. Hah-hah-hah! I went crazy at the bazaar last night. I can’t seem to get enough of dresses and cool t-shirts.
2010 seems like a promising year. I have lots in line for next year. That’s something since I spent the past years not knowing what I should and will be doing. I am excited about 2010.
I have to put a stop to this endless spending. It’s not like I make money myself. At least today seemed like a productive day. I still have the Donna Summer song playing in my head and totally feeling it too. I have been really bad with all this procrastination and now I’m really bad with all this shopping, valid excuses or not.
This song is making me want to take up aerobics too. That is just so so bad.
Seriously, I have got to start making a schedule, writing down a to-do list, sticking it up on a cork board or my work wall and crossing out the finished tasks. Wait, I have not set up my work wall or my work area in the first place yet. I have an actual work room. Our apartment has two bedrooms on the second floor. One is the bedroom where all three of us sleep and across the hallway is another room that doesn’t have a bed and instead has my shelves, baskets, books, closets with my clothes, shoes and bags – and my work table set up against the window. It used to have a sofa that became a repository for all my what-nots and which I decided to just haul down the stairs into the living room for visitors to use. Until of course, Typhoon Ondoy came and it floated to the ceiling. Now the sofa is sitting on the garage, which is empty by the way since the car is still somewhere in Manila where mechanics are trying to fix it. Oh I should mention some person has started to demand that we pay a parking fee since it has been there sooo long. Can I just say that we have a very empty garage here at home and if it has been up to us, we would have so loved to have the car back like a month and a half ago. Anyway, since the maid came to live with us, she has her stuff in my work room and she sleeps there too. We don’t have an extra room for her downstairs. My room has been the baby’s play area during the day too. That leaves me to work on the floor in the bedroom or in the living room. I seriously need a work room or even just a work corner where I can “work” properly. What work, one would probably ask. Gosh, I think I am neck-deep in unfinished tasks, I can hardly believe it myself.
This evening as we were dining out in some Italian resto in Rockwell, I realized how much work I have to do and that I have to start making a schedule and that I have to manage my time now. Kind of ironic since in the eyes of everybody, I am just a housewife and a mom. What people do not know is that I have another website that I own, awaiting content, empty for the last five months. I have other blogs and sites I have to write content for. I have to set up other sites too. And those are of course, in addition to my being on Facebook, Multiply.. and um, yeah, Friendster. I happen to love my Friendster blog. It’s the oldest blog I have.
I have to go back and work on my graduate studies too. Yes, thesis, thesis and thesis. This semester I signed up for residency with library privileges so I can work on my thesis writing – which I hope I can formally start by first semester of 2010. My goal is to graduate in 2011. Then, maybe, just maybe, I would still want to pursue my Ph.D. in Media, Technology and Society.
I’ve got unfinished short stories and plays. The wonderful play that I wrote back in 2007, one that I am immensely proud of, has to be re-written, more like re-adjusted so I can (finally) submit it to some award giving body.
And of course, since I am a mother, I have to finish the baby scrapbook, the Christmas tree, the Christmas list and the Christmas postcard. Oh darn, I was asked tonight if we are moving out into a new apartment by first quarter next year. That means more things to do. *straight face*
Yesterday I finally made it out the house to look for a dressmaker. I have to have a dress made for my friend May’s wedding next month. I am quite ecstatic in having found a dressmaker here in the village. Sure, labor cost start at P1,500 but I thought that I am paying more for the convenience. I could look for another dressmaker some place else, cheaper of course, but the idea of taking cabs to get there for fittings plus the amount of time I will spend makes me absolutely sure getting someone within walking distance from my house is worth it.
While I am on the subject, we chose to have this dress’s design made, with some adjustments of course.
Urban Jungle Dress for $99.99 at www.modcloth.com
I am very excited. It was fun to have my measurements taken hah-hah-hah. It’s at 33-24-34. *big eyes* It used to be 31-24-33… I should definitely not be complaining. I suppose this is one of the perks of becoming a mom(?!). *straight face*
I had wanted that ice cream dress copied, complete with the malandi flowers and beads, but the dressmaker said the cloth had to be taffeta for that to work. No matter. Maybe on the next wedding? Hah-hah-hah!
Gosh, I am gushing. My head is all a-buzz I suppose. Blame it on that bazaar I just came from. I will write all about it tomorrow. I have to upload the photos on my Flickr first and I seriously need a good internet connection for that. What I wouldn’t give for a 25mbps connection right now, like the one Ryan had in Kyoto. *straight face*
I have not even managed to upload the Pangasinan photos I have. Those were taken way back in February! My gash, why is my internet soooo slow? I would have more time for other things if I didn’t have to upload photos one by one. Seriously. So much to do, so little time.
As a post-script, I should stop playing Zynga games on Facebook…. *real straight face*
Thu, Nov 5, 2009 (HealthDay News) — Infants who are just a few days old cry with intonation patterns that reflect the language spoken by their parents, new research shows.
The conclusion drawn by German researchers is that fetuses are listening closely to their mothers during the last trimester of pregnancy, laying the groundwork for learning language even before they’re born.
By analyzing the sounds of newborn cries, researchers found distinct differences in the intonation patterns of German and French newborns. Put another way, German babies cried in a recognizably “German” way, while French newborns were decidedly “French” in their crying patterns, according to the study published in the Nov. 5 online edition of Current Biology…
…Sorry, Dad. Most of the influence is probably coming from mom, DiPietro said. Even though the fetus can hear their father’s voice — in fact, deeper-pitched sounds such as the male voice travel better through the abdomen than higher-pitched female voices — the mother’s voice is also transmitted internally, through the vibration of her vocal cords.
“We know that the maternal voice is the most salient external stimulus to the fetus,” DiPietro said.
German researchers recorded the cries of 60 newborns born to either French- or German-speaking parents. The babies were three to five days old.
A sound pattern analysis revealed unmistakable differences in the newborns’ “cry melodies.” While French newborns tended to cry with a rising (low to high) contour, German newborns had a falling (high to low) inflection.
The patterns are consistent with the inflection patterns of the two languages, according to the study. French is characterized by a rising pitch toward the end of words and many phrases, while German is marked by falling pitches.
Previous research has shown fetuses are able to form memories in the womb that are important for early learning, said Kenneth Gerhardt, a professor of audiology and senior associate dean of the graduate school of the University of Florida.
A prior study noted a change in fetal heart rate when listening to a familiar voice. Shortly after birth, other studies have shown babies are more attentive to their mother’s voice than other voices, supporting the idea that the fetus develops memories of the maternal voice in utero.
“This is a valid study and a clever way to look at the memories that are formed in utero,” Gerhardt said. “The researchers are correct in stating these memories probably occur at the beginning of the third trimester of pregnancy. It’s at that point in time the auditory system just begins to respond to acoustic signals.”
Earlier studies have shown 12-week-old infants can mimic the vowel sounds of adult speakers. But younger babies don’t yet have the muscle coordination to produce the level of vocal control necessary to do that, according to the study.
Mimicking melody contour is simpler.
“Imitation of melody contour, in contrast, is merely predicated upon well-coordinated respiratory-laryngeal mechanisms and is not constrained by articulatory immaturity,” the researchers wrote. “Newborns are probably highly motivated to imitate their mother’s behavior in order to attract her and hence to foster bonding.”
The concept that fetuses can learn does not support playing classical music for your unborn child or the use of “fetal learning systems,” which are marketed as a way to give babies a head start by playing certain sounds through the abdomen.
“We have known for some time the fetus is capable of some learning, but it doesn’t mean you should teach them stuff,”it’s a terrible idea to put speakers on your abdomen and play stimuli to your fetus. There is no evidence they work, and we would guess they could even harm development by disrupting fetal sleep.” DiPietro said. “That’s the leap people make. But among all of us that do fetal research, we are unanimous that
For my part, I just really had to laugh at that part where the fetal researchers unanimously say that its a terrible idea to teach your unborn baby stuff, that sure, they are capable of learning but it doesn’t mean you have to put speakers on your abdomen to give them a head start on learning. Tsk tsk.
Though I played a lot of classical music too when I was pregnant and slept through it during the day. I love classical music. There are certain operas that I absolutely love! Can’t fault me on that. I still used to play classical music while the baby slept when she was so much younger. Now it only wakes her up and disrupts her sleep so I only try to play it during play time. Most times though she listens to whatever it is I listen to and lately those are just anything from Jason Mraz, Damien Rice, Bat for Lashes, Iron and Wine, Tori Amos, Katy Perry, Lilly Allen to True Blood OST.
At the end of it all, I still say it’s so nice to be a mom. The babies are closer to their mothers but that’s just because we work so much harder than the fathers. From carrying them for 36-40 weeks to giving birth to breastfeeding, up to caring for them when they’re sick, teaching them how to walk and talk and be on their own. These days I’m so cranky because the baby sleeps really early like six thirty or seven in the evening and wakes up at three or four in the morning and I have to be the one to take care of her since my husband is very specific about having a good night’s sleep. Some days I get to sleep at six in the morning! No, some days (or weeks) I do the taking care of the baby all by myself!! Not too happy about that, really, I’m not.
This is what I do when I have nothing to blog about. I post some random music I like.:|
Jace Everett‘s Bad Things is the music for the opening credits of True Blood, the HBO TV series created and produced by Alan Ball and based on Charlaine Harris‘ The Southern Vampire Mysteries, also known as the Sookie Stackhouse novels. Though I am done watching all the available episodes and seasons of True Blood and even done reading all of the available books, I just love this song and I find myself humming it whenever I am being my not-so-nice self and changing the “with” to “to”. I’m allowed some wickedness too every now and then. Oh, I am filling myself with Glee these days. Done with watching episodes 1 to 7. Thanks Voltaire!
Bad Things
When you came in the air went out.
And every shadow filled up with doubt.
I don’t know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.
I’m the kind to sit up in his room.
Heart sick an’ eyes filled up with blue.
I don’t know what you’ve done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you.
When you came in the air went out.
And all those shadows there filled up with doubt.
I don’t know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.
I wanna do real bad things with you.
Ow, ooh.
I don’t know what you’ve done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you.
I wanna do real bad things with you.
It’s been some time since I wrote about the baby. I suppose I have good reason to write about it today. This week I am an ecstatic mom. I do not get on the BabyCenter site everyday. Sometimes only once a week or sometimes only when they send me a news article that I find interesting. This week though I decided to check on the milestones chart.
My baby was smiling on the first day of her life, though I read that was not really a real social smile. I’ve got the photos to prove it nevertheless. In her first month alone, she could recognize my face, my voice and my scent; she could lift her head. On her second month, she would turn away from her nursing every time she heard a new sound and would turn to look at me afterwards as if in question, “What was that Mama?” She always wanted the sounds to be explained. She started crawling towards the end of her third month. We started her on solids, the first week of her sixth month, upon instructions of her pediatricians. I am not sure if she ever had stranger anxiety or that is yet to come. I know though that she always looks at me first before going with anyone else, as if asking permission. She so cute like that.
This is her first week of her seventh month. This is the chart for that.
• Imitates others’ activities
• Indicates wants with gestures
• Takes a few steps
• Says one word besides “mama” and “dada”
• Walks alone
• Scribbles with a crayon
• Says two words besides “mama” and “dada”
I am an ecstatic mom because these are the things she can do:
- sit without support
- pull herself to standing
- crawl really well with belly off the ground, on her hand and knees
- stand for long periods of time while holding on to something
- stand without holding on to anything for a few seconds
- drag objects towards her
- object when a toy is taken away from her
- indicate with gestures what she wants and does not want
- pass objects from hand to hand
- bang objects together (oh my poor eyeglasses always falls victim to this)
- pick things up with her thumb and finger.. and then when she drops something, she looks for it where she dropped it
- she understands object permanence as she looks for me behind pillows or under blankets when I’m hiding. She knows I’m there because she can smell me.
- coo, gurgle and babble. She even now has a language for when she wants to nurse, like “bab bab bab” or when she wants milk, which sounds like “ilk” though I do not want to believe it.
- she cries out for me with a distinct “Maaaaaaa!”
And the main reason why I’m posting this is, I was really ecstatic when three days ago, as i was on my way out the gate on the way to U.P., she waved goodbye at me.
Being a mom is just really exciting. I love being a mom. I’m very lucky I get the privilege of staying at home with her to watch her and take care of her. Sure it prevents me from doing so many other things, like travel or go to school or do my theatre prod work – but the other night, I was going through the many, many photos of her we took and I was just overwhelmed with how wonderful the past months have been and how fast it went by.
I would always miss those times when she did nothing but eat and sleep and poop. When it was just the two of us all day at home and she was attached to me, literally, almost all the fr*ckin time. I love love it when they’re so tiny like that. Sometimes when she wouldn’t stop playing and I’m just exhausted, I can’t help but miss those first two months. The first two months were really bliss! Though now her smiles and laughter and all the many facial expressions she can make makes up for it. We fondly call her Kulitski sometimes. She is my little angku.
I’m not really hoping for anything. I am not hoping she would be gifted. If anything, I only ask she be normal and well-balanced. I’m not really anxious about her development, I am just really happily surprised today to learn that she has had so many milestones.
I remember talking to Meh (of Matilda) one time about our daughters. Hers is five and she said she misses those times when her daughter was just a baby and every week there was a new milestone. A new milestone almost every week indeed. I am just really amazed at everything.
I find it amazing that babies concentrate on mastering one skill at a time before moving on to another skill. How I wish we carry that attitude into adulthood! That we finish our projects and what-haves before moving on to another and not leaving a string of unfinished projects behind. Focus, focus, focus! I think being labeled, “jack-of-all-trades-master-of-nothing” is certainly far from being a compliment.
I am not hoping for a gifted child. I just want at least an I.Q. of 115, which is what we read in Malcolm Gladwell‘s Outliers. Furthermore, I saw this feature on Bio channel about gifted kids. One of them was being home-schooled and the mother said, “Homeschooling is like breastfeeding. It’s a HUGE time commitment,” and I just related to that! I remember how tedious it was when I was exclusively breastfeeding my newborn. Breastfed babies nurse for at least thirty to forty-five minutes and you can never tell how much milk they’ve had because you don’t get to measure. You can never tell when the baby is going to get hungry again and want to nurse again. I remember hours would pass me by and she would just simply stay attached. There were nights when my back hurt and my arms were sore from trying to accommodate her position as we both slept.
I actually have plans of home-schooling her; but just as in any plan, it is just a plan. It will depend on the need. If I see that she will benefit more from having constant interaction with other children and she learns as much as she can from the school, why not let her stay in school? If I see that she will benefit more from traveling with me and her father, from tagging along with us as we do our various endeavors, and I have that required four hours everyday for homeschooling and she gets to learn as much as she can, why not home-school? It is quite early to be thinking about home-schooling now though. She has not even turned one.
I do believe a gifted child is not unlike a special child. Lots of nurture needed. I am not hoping for a gifted child. I am fine with her having my I.Q. – which is not 115 but is good enough.
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And so, this is how my face looks like when it’s not angled to either side. You can see my dimples, both of them, and even the little ones at the corners of my mouth. All these dimples Lia got. Yes, my daughter might look like Ryan but she has got my eyes and all of my dimples. Hooorah!
