The EYES have it

This little monster is seven, as previously mentioned. We finally got around to taking his yearly picture in daddy's shirt, which we somehow forgot to do last year. So, for comparison sake, the bottom picture is from two years ago.


And as a side note, I asked Damon what he wants to be when he grows up. He told me, "A temple worker." Cute.


Didn't all girls grow up dreaming about what their kids were going to look like? Or at least think about it a time or two while staring into the eyes of the boy she just KNEW was going to be her husband? Or was that just me? Now that I have three kids that I am forced to look at on a fairly regular basis, it is fun to see what things they have in common, and which of those things I am responsible for, and which ones came from Jeff.

Jeff has gorgeous eyes. A blue green that changes color depending on which shirt he is wearing. I, on the other hand, have very average brown eyes that always look brown. I'm not bitter, it's just the truth. All of my siblings have dark eyes (brown or some version of hazel), and so I thought that my kids would probably never get their daddy's pretty eyes, but would be stuck with my average eyes. I was wrong. My kids all have beautiful eyes. Thanks to their daddy.




Which ones do you like best? Funnily enough, Kyla gets the most comments on how pretty her eyes. And at her two year checkup, her doctor asked if I think they'll stay green. Yep, I do.