forgetful

I’ve been told that I look a lot like my mom.  And I do, that is, until you meet my father.  And when some of my friend’s babies were born, I could immediately see a resemblance to the dads.  I just assumed that it was Mother Nature’s way of giving the dads solid proof that it is their child since they aren’t the ones to carry them around for 9 months.

So when I got pregnant, I was very excited to see what our child would look like.  A mini Dan would be hilarious and adorable, but when Jaia was born, we both just scratched our heads because she didn’t really look a whole lot like either of us.  As she’s grown a little, there are days (or in photos) that people see a teeny resemblance to Dan or I (or Dan’s brother Brett), but it’s still pretty rare.  And neither of us see it as often as others do.

And then yesterday I tackled a project I’d been avoiding for years: the sorting of old photos.  Somehow, in my old tupperware full of memories, I found a small pile of Dan’s baby photos.  And one in particular caught my attention…

It looks like Jaia gets her eyes from her daddy.  😉