She wants our kids' baby pictures. And since I LOVE looking at pictures of my boys from way back when, I'm so in!
Especially as we're fast approaching their 9th birthday at the end of this month, and so I'm I getting all weepy and nostalgic reflecting on how they've grown and are (sob) not my little babies anymore.
My boys were endlessly cute back then (still are). So here they are in all their adorable baby glory:
|Ethan - a one week old elf|
|Jacob - a two month old "Baby Power" activist|
|Jacob & Ethan - my three month old Carrot and Pea|
So when I see these pictures I am brought back to those impossible-to-believe-now days when the future was endlessly rosy and anything seemed possible; when I thought my boys would be best friends forever, never lonely, always having each other to play with.
Anything is still possible. But some things seem a lot less probable, now. Sigh.
And now, as a bonus (and also because I can never leave well enough alone)... I'm throwing some generational stuff into the mix here.
First a trio of pictures from a contact sheet of newborn me, being held by my lovely, then raven-haired mother. Taken by my marvelous photographer father.
Don't I look like a mix of the two of them? (Oh, wait, genetics goes the OTHER way... so, um, rather, don't they look like me?)
And finally, my father as a baby, in 1917:
As astonishing as it may seem to young children, old people were once babies, too!
Things I Can’t Say. Thank you, Shell, for encouraging us all to share photos of our babies (sob, they're not babies any more).
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