who are you?

I’ve started to wonder: what exactly is Baby Flo-Bix going to look like? The problem for our imaginations is that Jacob and I were completely different looking babies. Here’s J:

Jacob came out of the womb wearing lederhosen and grasping a sausage in each hand. He’s a round Arian child. He’s smiling so big in this picture because in the background someone is playing the Austrian national anthem. And look at that forehead.

Then there’s me:

I look like I’ve been kidnapped from the Iroquois.

What if I have a baby that looks like a tiny kraut-eater? What if Jacob has a kid with black hair who looks like a brown berry? What on earth is my body coming up with out of this disparate gene pool?