The boys and I went to my mom’s this weekend, and while I was there, I needed to look for a photo of my mom and I to use for a blog post. Specifically, a photo from when I was a baby. As the third child, there just aren’t nearly as many of me as there are of my brother and sister. (Do you see me taking fewer pictures of Miles? Noooooooo.)
But I did find one album that had lots of photos of me, including one of me and my mom. Jackpot! So I borrowed the album so I could scan some of the pictures and aren’t you lucky, I’m going to share them here.
Starting with me as a tiny infant. I’m impressed with the level of tolerance my siblings (especially my sister) are showing here:
And she’s not shoving me off my dad’s lap here, but it looks imminent.
One of my earliest childhood memories is of my first birthday party. I have this really distinct memory of sitting in my little rocking chair with a crown on. But then I realize that surely I can’t possibly remember my first birthday party, right? Of course not. I just internalized this photo a bit too much.
Mmm, cake! If I was going to truly remember something, surely it’d be this…
My cousin Rob was born about four months before me. We were best buddies growing up. (Truthfully, I still have a hard time not calling him Robby, just as I’m sure he still thinks of me as Pammy.)
I noticed I was wearing the same outfit in these two Christmas pictures. I gotta get to the bottom of this. Surely these are a year apart, judging by my hair, right?
Maybe I was wearing my sister’s dress in the second one?
I definitely see the boys in this picture. Mostly just the expression on my face. I know I’ve seen Oliver make that face.
Love these of me and my daddy:
And a bunch of my cousins:
Just when I’m convinced I was the most hideous child ever (I actually felt sorry for my mom when I found all these class pictures…)
…I came across this, and I think, I wasn’t too bad!
But this…now THIS is the photo I love the best. I do definitely remember this moment. Those poor King Dons never stood a chance.
(nice mullet, kid.)
Okay, that’s all I’ll subject you to for now…