I Resemble That Remark

The popular opinion now from our friends and family seems to be that Leah looks more like me, and Riley looks more like Kathy. It's kind of funny, because right after the babies were born, the nurse staff were all saying that Riley looked more like me because she looked more "Asian". Later, Kathy and I realized that the only reason the nurses thought Riley looked more Asian was because she had jaundice, which is a liver ailment that makes babies' skin turn yellow. Now that the Riley's jaundice has cleared up and her skin is nice and pink, somehow she doesn't look all that Asian, and somehow nobody says that Riley looks all that much like me anymore:


The only conclusion I can draw from this is that maybe I have jaundice. Hmmmmm.

I've always been bad at seeing the resemblances between infants and their parents anyway -- I think I'm missing that part of the brain that can see the common characteristics between babies and adults. So people say things like, oh, Leah has your mouth but Kathy's nose but your cheeks but Kathy's eyelashes but your hair but Kathy's fingers, and all I can think is "Huh? Really? My cheeks look like that? And I'm not sure, but aren't Kathy's fingers bigger than those?"

I'm also curious about when I'm going to actually feel like a dad. When does that happen? Right now, I still kind of feel like I'm part of some elaborate experiment or test and have been given a couple babies to take care of for a few weeks just to see if I'm ready to be a parent. And after a month the hospital's going to come to our house and say "I'm sorry -- you're clearly not ready to be a parent because you keep putting Riley's onesie on backwards."

On that note, Leah says bye for now: