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My Olive Skinned Man...


Mr. Wonderful is a tall, dark and handsome man.

The very first thing I though when I saw him was, "Dang! That guy'd sure contribute some nice dark skinned genes to my long line of pasty paleness!" Okay, okay...I lie. It was the second thing I thought...the first was, "Why is this guy licking my face?"

Anywho...I was hoping for us to make beautiful, tans nicely in 5 minutes, olive skinned babies. Turns out...we hit the "beautiful" part right on the noggin'...the "tans nicely" and "olive skinned" part?

Not so much.

Example:


We (meaning everyone but HIM) all got (very mild, but still) sunburns this weekend. Through heavy clouds and pouring rain.

Looks like my plan backfired. Our children are cursed with my fair skinned, burns easily, pastiness.

Sigh...guess I'm now stuck with a nice, kind, generous, thoughtful (sans the whole "Chocolate Covered Strawberry" incident), hard working, fun loving, and incredibly handsome husband.

Geepers...whatevertheheck was I thinking? ;)


Comments

  1. What a cutie - little blondie! We've got two of those, two adopted with hispanic background... so we need magic sunscreen for the fair ones, the other two have never had a sunburn! At least it's less to be worried about :)

    Thanks for the post!
    -Laurie
    http://livingpower.blogspot.com

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  2. I got what you were hoping for. Tan in the clouds kids. I am the ONLY whitey. or Burney. Whatever you call it.

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  3. Those pasty genes will be appreciated when older... when most are wrinkled.

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  4. Awww...burns are no fun! My husband and I have very similar complexions, so I knew our little one wouldn't stand a chance! We are on the pale, burn easily side of things. :(

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  5. Sounds like us! Im Panamanian-French ...of course i took the pasty....well more like transparent French genes and my fiance is Puerto Rican ....but also pale with blonde hair and green eyes (still a bit darker then myself though). So I thought hmmmmm maybe our kids will at least be his color. Nope they are whiter than both of us. My daughter got burned with spf 85!!! THank god i found an spf 100 now :)

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  6. Oh sun burn hurts the poor thing. My daughter married an olive skinned man and also got 3 blonde; blue eyed and burns easy beauties.
    We buy a lot of hats and super duper sun screen (that for whatever reason never seems to work if I spend $12 or $40 for it.

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  7. I love this post... made me smile :) That is hilarious about all the licking!

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  8. I got lucky. Jolene and I both burn but turn toasty brown and our kids followed suit. They're good little soldiers. And there is nothing cuter that a little girl with a swimsuit tan line. Allie has so many different suits that her tan lines look like tic tac toe. It's cuter than a puppy.

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  9. Both of my kids inherited my pastiness! Sunscreen is a necessity for them (and me)!

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  10. You know, you're really not giving me a whole lot of confidence about the hours upon hours I spent trying to find the sperm donor with the perfect genes to balance out some of my not so perfect ones! :)

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