Everyone says E & T look like their dad, and that S is the only kid that looks like me.
I think it has more to do with hair color than anything else. E & T are dark brunettes, like my husband. S has the same light brown/dark blonde hair that I had as a child (and now have again, thanks to Loreal 7BB hair dye, but that’s a story for another blog post).
But I digress . . . I was writing about how even though two of the kids do not look like me, and one of them looks like me only because of my new 7BB addiction, I now have firm proof that they are all my children.
E’s proof of maternity quote: “Dad! Don’t put that [flimsy, empty, Trader Joe’s plastic ginger cookie] box [that is already warped] in the recycling bin! Save it! I might use it for…um…something…um…someday. Just don’t throw it out!”
Ha! My daughter! And my obsession with saving boxes is safe for another generation!
S’ proof of maternity quote: “Dad! I am NEVER, getting in a pool that cold [read: 80+ degrees] again.”
Ha! My daughter. No doubt about it. Send two margaritas (one virgin – it’s for my 3 year old) over to the jacuzzi ASAP. I have found my spa buddy.
T’s proof of maternity quote: Well, he doesn’t really talk yet, but I am sure he is going to say “mama” while looking at me any day . . .