I'm still trying to scrape off jelly beans off our porch from all the festivities yesterday, and I have a gazillion pictures to sort through, but here's something I've been thinking about in the meantime:
I always wonder when people say my kids look alike. Because to me they are all so very different, in personality and demeanor. It kind of freaks me out to be honest because they are so different and all need such different types of parenting. But I will say that through the years I have come to the conclusion that although many things are different, Dave and I do make girls in two models.
wispy...both in body and hair type, blonde, super competitive
spitfire, sparkly smile that dents dimples into those chunky cheeks, medium brown super lucious, thick hair with a little natural curl, chunky (as babies...Grace has totally grown out of this now)
Don't you think these two look alike?
Heres' model 1 and 2 together:
...and the younger generation of model 1 and 2 again:
Growing up I totally planned on having a whole gaggle of boys.
And here I am surrounded in every angle with girls.
Although I'd give up an organ to have a brother for Max, I couldn't be more thankful to be surrounded by all these girls.
I think that one boy is pretty thankful for them too.