Genes Are Ridiculous

When the Bean slithered into the world, the joke was "is Heather actually the mother?" because frankly, she looked *exactly* like Gene. Still does to some degree, although she actually probably looks more like the female members of his family, most amusingly like his great-aunt Belva, who is this pint size 90+ year old dynamo (and deaf as a post).

The Peabo came out with tons of black hair, which even alone made me think "oh thank god, there is at least some of my DNA in this child". My mom said she has the same skin as I did, my grandfather, my great-grandmother (that nice wet, cool climate of Wales is great for keeping the skin hydrated, I suppose), and it was clear that she wasn't entirely Daddy's girl like the Bean.

However. It would appear that she is entirely MOMMY'S girl, as evidenced by a picture I discovered of myself as a newborn. With the exception of the mid-70's floral print blanket, it might as well be a picture of Peabo. Same hair, same nose, same mouth, same ears, same hands. It's almost creepy. Granted, babies change, and even now the Bean is starting to show tiny glimpses of being my child too, but we are definitely going to be taking a photo of Peebs to keep next to the one of me, it's so damn ridiculous.