The Punnet Square Percentage

Remember WAY back in those sciences classes, learning about genetics and punnet squares and percentages? For some reason, they always intrigued me. I used to sketch little punnet squares on my science notes, figuring out the percentage that I actually would EVER have a child with blonde hair and blue eyes. I have both brown hair and brown eyes. . . so does my dad. My mom has brown hair and hazel eyes. Pretty much, my hopes were always deflated. It was going to be brown hair and brown eyes all the way for whatever children I would bear.

Apparently, the itty bitty corner section of the punnet square took effect when Carter was created. Does it even look like there is any resemblance of me in this little child?

Look at those gigantic blue eyes? And that fine blonde hair? Yeah, didn’t get that one from me either.

So good work James. . . good job making my dreams in science class come true and for giving me those lower case b genes to add to my dominating B’s. I guess I hit the jackpot.

And even Brayden got some recessive genes shining through too–with his dirty blonde hair and hazelish sort of eyes. Maybe those punnet squares are a big, fat lie! I certainly won’t be the one to complain. I wanted a little blue-eyed boy and I’ve got myself one. Now don’t go and change on me, mister!

Yesterday we were all told to show up fifteen minutes early to pick up our littles from preschool. We were herded into the gym and watched our adorable three-year-olds parade around wearing paper bags and bat hats, playing a ruckus of odd musical instruments and looking more adorable than anything I’ve ever seen. Brayden proudly pointed to his hat, smiled a whole lot and then happily told me that he waved to his new friend Joshua’s mom when he passed her. I’m surprised he didn’t stop the parade, say you know what? to her and then proceed to tell her all about some odd story that he pulled out of the blue.

Then we were able to go back into their room and watch them do their closing time with their song and prayer. I was only slightly embarrassed when Brayden’s teacher was walking around to give everyone their angel stamps on their hands for being good, and he busted out into the Incredibles theme song quite enthusiastically. Click on the link if you’ve never heard it. There’s no words, so he was just singing, Dun dun da da da da duh dun. You know. . . whatever words you could say to sing a notes. Parents started giggling and all the kids looked at him with blank stares. I love that little suckallthejuiceoutoflifebecauseitssodarngood little boy.

And Carter was intrigued through it all. . .

EST. 2009