One thing I think a lot of parents do during pregnancy is imagine what their children are going to look like. Whose eyes will they have? What color hair will they have? It’s fun to speculate and decide what characteristics you hope to pass on and which you’d maybe rather they not get.
Since Sean is Japanese, I figured they would have darker hair, darker eyes, and darker skin than I do. But still, I thought I’d get something. There would be some way that just by looking at them, people would know they were my children. Yeah, not so much. Turns out Sean has freakishly dominant genes. Like the OB who did Penelope’s 20 week ultrasound said when we walked in with the older two girls, “Well, I know who the father is, are you sure you’re the mother?”
I think they got my chin (that would be one of those traits I’d rather not pass on) and they all got my virtually non-existent pinky toe nails. (Yes, girls, I’m the reason you have to paint your skin to look like you have a toenail.) Otherwise, not much. However, each one has maybe looked a little bit more like me than that last. Samantha, pretty much a mini-Sean. Penny, maybe you can tell she’s my biological child.
Here’s the picture progression:
So now I’m excited to have another shot at this gene pool thing.
My sister is pregnant, due in August, and she married someone even paler than we are. I think there’s a good chance her child will look like me. (You thought I was pregnant again, didn’t you? Had you going for a minute. :) ).
Do your kids look like you or their father? Did you pass anything along you wish you hadn’t? Doesn’t Penelope look just like me? (Lie and say she does. It will make me happy.)