When I found out I was pregnant for the first time, or the second time for that matter, John and I really didn't talk too much about which one of us we thought the baby would more likely resemble. We could have taken photos of us as babies and adults and uploaded them into a program that would have morphed us into one image and given us a likeness of our future child. But really, why would we have terrified ourselves like that?
Once Jack was born, we were regaled with questions of "Who does he look like?" by others and by each other. It really was hard to say. We compared baby pictures of Jack with baby pictures of John, of me, and of our family members. John's family thought Jack looked more like John. My family thought Jack looked more like me. John, in his true modest fashion and with sincere love of the way I look, said for Jack's sake he hoped he resembled me.
My good friend Angie at Keep Believing commented after my Hair Post that she never really realized how much Jack resembles me until she saw those pictures. I think she's right. And here's the evidence to prove it.
Behold, The Unicorn Frappuccino
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