My brother sent me this picture of Gutsy that he took a couple of months ago.What.
The hell.
Is that?
I was birthing Spawnling while my brother was teaching Gutsy gang signs. I take absolutely NO responsibility for this picture.
No wonder the women in Tim Hortons give him strange looks when we walk in there. They probably think he's packin' a 9.
Anyway, let's take a trip over the segue bridge. You know what really sucks about being me?
Ok, besides that.
No, not that either. Good one, though.
Feel free to stop coming up with an answer any time, ok?
What sucks to be me is that, when people see me with the gremlins, they tend to go on and on about how much they look like me. Their eyes, or their hair colour, or their smiles, or whathaveyou.
Then they meet Geekster and I hear nothing but 'Wow, your kids look a LOT like your husband!' Grrr.
I KNOW they look a lot like him, ok? I am the woman with the weakling genetics. He is the one with the supermegakabuterimon strong sperm that rush in and pummel the crap out of my eggs so that there is no resemblance to me whatsoever when the little ones are born. It is a sad truth that I am sometimes asked if I'm sure I'm the biological mother.
Because I'm a sucker for punishment, I shall prove it to you:
Here is me, the beautiful Maven with all my early postpartum hotness:
Here is ugly, ugly Geekster in all his unhandsomeness (I love him for his money):
And finally, here are the gremlins, who fortunately have made the best of the paternal genetics they've been given:
See what I mean? It's not fair.
They also get their ability to use gang signs at the age of three from their dad. Like I said: super genetics. Yeah.
(click on the pictures for better quality because I'm too lazy too fix them)