The boys are WHITE. So white, in fact, that my cousin once asked if they were "a little bit albino or something". They do both have a creepy vein or two on their faces and heads that shows a little too clearly through the flesh. But hey, isn't it cool right now to be a vampire? These hot days have required more than a dollop of sunscreen, and luckily they're pretty used to the routine. They assume the position like they're preparing for a prison pat down.
When Clayton was first born, we went to have a second big round of pictures done by the same photog that took Esten's. He stopped after a few pics and said, "Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but I have never seen two babies that are so, like Aryan-Nazi looking. It's like you two are trying to preserve the race or something". Yeah, we won't take that the wrong way at all.
Even the older generation weighed in on their almost freakish paleness. My Aunt Ruby was ecstatic when she found out both times we were expecting. "That's fantastic," she would say, "you know, the Norwegians are going extinct because there's just not enough of them to go around and with them not having big families to run the farms anymore, the young ones travel to other countries like Spain and Italy, and we're losing all the blond people". For perspective, Aunt Ruby also let me know that they didn't HAVE binkies when her babies were born, they just let them chew on a chicken bone or a corn cob.
DISCLAIMER: Jason and I are not racists, have no affiliation with any sort of neo-anything groups, and just by happenstance we live in North Idaho. That's it. I did not set out on a search to find some fella who was from the next farm over. I did, however, hear angels singing the first time I laid eyes on him. I've only had that love at first sight two other times. Both were in Gritman's maternity ward.