I look at Greg and Eric who are in the midst of what are SUPPOSED to be those horrid "awkward" years and realize that somehow, someway they are completely missing that phase. I think that they just thank God that they were not inflicted with either then genes of myself or my husband.
This is me at fifteen.
After this came the big bang phase. I will spare you the torture. Shel at fifteen was 6 feet 4 inches tall and 155 pounds. Because I value my marriage, I won't post those pictures.
This is my son at 15.
This is my son at 14.
At fourteen I was chubby, had thick, huge glasses and long, stringy hair. It's almost not fair.
It's almost not fair because these two boys have two brothers that have inherited our genes and they are on the brink of the same awkward period that I had to go through. Don't get me wrong, both are beautiful and loved, and will turn into beautiful and loved adults but today Tanner is 5 foot 9 inches tall at 12 years old and weighs 102 pounds soaking wet. He turns sideways and disappears and his bony shoulder blades could cut glass. Everyone, everywhere comments on how tall he is. And then how thin he is. He is his father's son. Caden's teeth are mine, all mine, and an orthodontist's dream come true.
Some how I do believe that adding to the family gene pool can only be a good thing.
*** please know that this is only half serious. All my 6 kids are beautiful and loved ... I just laughed out loud when reading a thread on an adoption forum where a mom was whining about the fact that her child might not look like her. I am thoroughly in the THANK THE LORD category when it comes to some of my kids' avoiding the more difficult aspects of my genetic pool ***