I was looking through some old photos, trying to get the equation right for how our kids turned out the way they did, looks-wise. Bill and I sometimes partake in that fun parenting past-time of Pick the Body Part, where we claim parts that we clearly passed on to them, like eyes (shape=precious moment, color=me but better) and noses (Rowan=mine, Keaton=Some really Roman guy with a big nose. Or Bill. DNA testing was inconclusive.) Here are Bill and I at roughly the same ages as Thing One and Thing Two- It is hard to see with my pictures because there are only a handful of faded, crumpled old snapshots of me as a wee one, as I was child #4 and my mom was a little too preoccupied doing 645 loads of laundry every day (and Ironing! EVERYTHING!) to dress me in my disco best and haul me down to Sears. Bill was the Gloriously Exalted First Baby so he has professional pictures documenting every damn 3 month increment of his life from birth through 18. I think there is a clear winner here, and that winner is NOT me. Here is your reference shot:
My verdict? Wow. Bill’s genes really kicked the shit out of my genes. That last picture could BE Keaton but for the fact that I certainly don’t have access to an AWESOME outfit like that. That thing really should have been shellacked and hung in a museum for all of humanity to wonder at.
Amazing how much Bill and Keaton look alike….the suit is fab!
I know, it’s creepy! I doubt she still has it but I think I’m going to ask Lou for it so I can take a picture of Keaton in it- You know- for future prom dates I want to scare off.