18 December 2007
Evidence of Good Genes
It's about here that I would add a photo of myself since I'm the subject of my glory-blog. However, I've found that I'm not nearly as attractive as my gorgeous daughter, Peawhistle, and adorable son, Peanut. I dare you to produce children as perfect as they appear to be.
My family believes these children to be angels in disguise. My brother commented recently, after I had lamented Peawhistle throwing a temper tantrum after her gymnastics lesson, that he could not possibly imagine her doing such a thing. I suppose since he had never witnessed her in a disagreeable mood that he only assumed she was incapable of such contrary thinking and behavior. I myself try not to believe that she is capable of said thinking and behavior, however it manages to happen just the same. Oh, and her brother, being an infant, cries a lot. So there's his faulty behavior. But gosh, they sure look fabulous, don't they?