Many of you who have been around for a while remember seeing pictures of my two lovely daughters.
Perhaps you remember me saying that they look a lot like me.
How then, you might ask, can they be lovely?
I can’t explain genetics, but sometimes it just works out…
See what I mean? That is Jessica on the top, me in the middle… (during the dreaded home-haircut years)… and Mollie on the bottom.
We were all about 7 or 8 years old when these pictures were taken Obviously, they were not all taken on the same day.
Somehow, my kids managed to take my face and make it beautiful, something I have been trying to do unsuccessfully for years.
Pouring My Art Out 
damn….you should have been a girl…haha
I have mixed feelings about that idea…
yes i would imagine so…………..
I mean, I do have the legs to wear a dress… just sayin’…
I can’t say the number of times I’ve seen an attractive woman suddenly standing next to her dad and look just like him. It is amazing how a creature so feminine can look so much like one so masculine, and yet I remain intrigued . . . OK, I’ll stop there.
Genetics… they can go either way…
Very cool! I’m definitely one of those “family ressemblance” analyzers…and I do believe those girls are yours.
And ummmm…at what age am I supposed to STOP cutting my son’s hair? Gulp.
When he can drive. Give up the breast feeding now.
Ha ha ha…very funny. And yucky visual, thanks for that. I’m glad I still have another 8 years of hair cutting then…I might actually get GOOD at this!!!
That’s what my mom thought…
Suddenly I am frightened of getting old.
You mean you weren’t before? Because you should have been.
Those girls are cute!
Were you here for the posts I did with pictures of both of them?
Yes, I went back and read the entire blog from its inception.
I knew that. You are one of the few… the proud… the brave… I love you man.
I think there are many people who’ve read the whole thing. I need to get caught up on the novel but the shit has hit the fan with my extended family so time is at a premium.
I never guilt trip you. Other people, yes. But not you.
I wasn’t feeling pressured, I know it’s important to you as a writer and I am enjoying the story.
Good. I never want you to feel pressured… unless, you know, it is something important, or I just feel like teasing you a little.