I find myself telling this story a lot lately. As you can tell from the photo gallery, my adorable son Gardner looks nothing like me and instead looks just like his daddy. I love this blonde-haired, blue-eyed child with all my being and I don't care that he doesn't look like me at all. I mean he looks like Jerry. And after all, while I married Jerry for his charming demeanor and Southern accent, his looks didn't hurt! (Speaking very cheekily here and in half-truths if you couldn't tell). 

I have interactions with people about how my son looks just like my husband on an almost weekly basis. My favorite story happened in the craft store one day. I was standing in line to check out. I had Gardner in the cart, Jerry was not with us. The woman behind me said, "Well isn't he just the cutest thing!"

"Say thank you," I said to Gardner, and the lady in line.

She continued, "Such beautiful hair, and those blue eyes, my goodness!" She paused then said, "Is he yours?"

I wanted to say, "What do I look like the nanny?" And, "Of course, I carried him for 9 months, and birthed him myself, and that was hard work!"

Instead, I calmly said, "Yes, he's mine. He's a daddy-clone." So as to explain why he looks nothing like me. 

The cashier then chimed in, "Haha, daddy-clone, I like that."

Not helpful miss cashier lady. 

This interaction, though a bit rude to ask someone in my opinion, is not uncommon. I know that I will be having conversations like this for the rest of my life and I have chosen to embrace it.

Everyone clearly knows that Gardner is a daddy-clone, so much that my dear husband even tagged me in this photo on Facebook a few weeks ago... thanks honey! 

The funny thing is, that I actually don't pray for our precious CaitieJane to look like me at all. I just want a healthy baby, and whether she has dark hair or blonde, she will be perfect to me!

... But I'm not holding my breath for a dark haired child.