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Nature Vs. Nurture

I did a little math today.

I roughly estimate that I spend about 63 hours with Haley each week.  This is after she sleeps 12 hours a night and takes a few naps a day.  I also subtracted the times I have her in Y-care so I can work out and such.  

Ian roughly spends 31 hours a week with Haley.  That is subtracting his work schedule, plus her sleep, etc.  Which looking at it, that is a pretty good chunk of time.  His work schedule is such that he is working part of the time she is sleeping--so he has gained a few hours on most working dads.

But still...after all my calculations I still came to the same solution....

63>31 ....

 But somehow.....
"Are you done taking picture yet"---Clearly annoyed

"Mom, did you not hear dad----the picture taking, is annoying"

63 Breanna >31 Ian   = 98% Ian > 2% Breanna


It just doesn't make sense.  I would like to speak with whoever is in charge.  

When I realized I was a mother of a blue eyes-blondish hair baby, I couldn't have been more excited.  She has Ian's hair color, eye color, head shape and facial expressions.  she has my cheeks and eye shape.  Obviously I think my daughter is way cuter then any other child out there.  Period.  And I am so happy she took his recessive traits.  But I am starting to think his genes are just way stronger than mine...  

People that see us in public always stop and say "wow Dad, she is ALL you."  Never mind me.  I only carried her for nine months.  Labored her.  And spent TWICE as much time each week with her then Dad does.  *sheesh* 

I can deal with the appearance stuff.  She looks like her dad.  Great.  That is all types of awesomeness.  

But what I am not okay with, is the fact that they have the same personality too.  

Do not get me wrong.  I love Ian's personality.  He is like a fine wine.  Or an old cheese.  I don't know, pick whatever cliche you would like....he is kinda like that.  I love him.  He makes me laugh and smile.  I adore him.  He gives me a hard time sometimes, but I'm sure to return the favor.  

I can't really find the right word to describe it.  This personality trait of his.  But whatever this trait is--Haley has the...same...exact......personality trait.  

But not just that.  She loves him more than me.  She was crying at my feet in the kitchen...paused to go give dad a kiss, then returned to state her displeasure with me.  What is that??  Really?

You know what I fear in the future.  Is me getting ganged up on by those two (it has already begun...please see above pictures).  I was thrilled that I was having a baby and even more thrilled that it was going to be a daughter.  I thought, score, mini-me.  I love me, what is better then having me around--oh ya, having a mini-me around.  Instead I got a mini-Ian.  Jokes on me.  
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