February 16th, 2007

These are my parents.
My mom is Tamara and my dad is Drew. This is a picture of them in Thailand, where they went on their honeymoon. That's where I was conceived. My mom says it happened in a fertility cave on the last day of their trip but I think she might be making that up. My mom thinks my dad is very handsome, she's always telling me that, and also that I look exactly like him. "A little Drew face on a girl body." she says. Everyone says I look just like my dad. It's a fact of nature that babies are born looking like their fathers so that men won't abandon their families. Anyway my dad says he doesn't see the similarities. He says, "Well she has my ears, that's all I can see." I love my dad. He's so calm and relaxed. My mom... has more energy, let's say. She runs around doing all kinds of things and tells everyone how busy she always is. But really she's not that busy, she just can't sit still. My mom is worried that I'll hate her one day, she says this might happen when I'm a teenager. But I know she hates teenagers. So maybe she'll hate me and then we'll both hate each other until I'm not a teenager anymore. I hope not. Mom says to dad all the time that she'll travel to Africa from when I'm 13 to 19 and miss those teenage years. My dad's not sure if she's serious or not.