|Grandpa Russ (my dad's dad), my dad, Sara, and me.|
|My cousin, Cody, and me. I'm pretty sure I thought he'd hung the moon.|
|Me and Great-Grandpa Pop Pop (my Grandpa Russ's dad),|
while on vacation in Florida. Grandpa Russ and Pop Pop's
story is a fascinating one - I wrote about it here.
|Me and my "baby", Pearl. He was so tolerant. |
Until he wasn't, and then he scratched me.
|I only just noticed the look my mom is giving me in this picture. |
It's my new favorite picture, because now, in addition to seeing
my mom looking at me, I see myself, looking at my kids.
|Sara and me, rocking our little swimsuit pot bellies.|
|Grandma Geri (my mom's mom) and me.|
|My dad and I having a backyard water fight. |
Yes, I'm wearing goggles. And yes, he still wears that shirt, 25 years later.
|When he wasn't scratching me, Pearl liked to listen to me play the piano.|
|My camping cousins (I'm on the right, about |
halfway up in a white tank top), circa 1988ish.
|My camping cousins (I'm in the middle in the bottom row), circa 2000ish.|
|My dad, my mom, me, Sara, and Pearl (Sara's cat, Jingle Bells, wouldn't |
sit still for the picture) posing for our 1989ish Christmas card photo.
Which is funny, because my dad, Sara, and I are all wearing our pajamas.