Ever have a day where you just stop and look at one of those human beings that you gave birth to and think that you should get DNA testing done on that child because you’re wondering how that child can be yours?!
I haven’t.
Because every time those kidlets show me their obnoxious, smart a$$ attitudes, I KNOW they have DH’s genes…Yep, it’s been one of THOSE days.
Disclaimer: That photo was taken in 2005 hence the reason that the baby isn’t in it. That and the fact that she mostly has my genes and she’s perfect…like me 
Update: I’ve been pulled up for saying that the baby is perfect like me and it seems that I’m showing favouritism so I’d like to amend this by saying:
W, if you’re reading this, I love you the bestest.
T, if you’re reading this, I love you the bestest.
M, if you’re reading this, I love you the bestest.
G, if you’re reading this, I love you the bestest.
Damn, I can’t even blog about my kids without them whining now…lmao
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