Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Sally gave birth to her mother

{Tice here. Posting for Sally. Because sometimes we all do things that, well, just don't make no sense. (Bonus if you can figure out from where that quote comes.)}

Sally and I have made some funny realizations recently regarding our children. Like what... I hear you not asking yourself? Well, like how Laurel is just like her daddy. And how Kylie is just like *her* daddy. And how Tycen is like a little old man with his purposeful gait and serious brow.

But I think our favorite as of late is comparing Kelly to Mom. Kelly follows the rules. She worries. She gets things done *way* ahead of time. She freaks out if she thinks she'll be late for an event. She's very accepting of people and is genuinely interested in getting to know new people. She's the inquisitor. She won't just watch the movie; she'll ask a bajillion questions about it. She loves tiny things. She's very aware of time and there's always something that *has* to get done. Busy, busy, busy. Or as mom once said (and we still don't know what it means but it fits perfectly) choont, choont, choont. Stuff to do, people to see, things to get done. You don't sit. You do something.

Why is this funny? Well, because it's the complete opposite of Sally. She's the anti-do something. She lurves her a day in bed. Eat in bed. Watch TV in bed. She's almost never on time to anything if she's left to her own accord. And as she said recently, "I'm not a people person. I don't know who my neighbors are and I find most people to be annoying." So in a nutshell Sally gave birth to her mother. And this makes for some fun discussion and even funnier observations about genetics.

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