As I mentioned in my last post, I've been scanning my dad's slides. I've encountered a number of images that are supposedly me...although I'm not sure I buy it. The little girl in these photos is unrecognizable to me. I don't recall having any of these images reflected back when gazing in a mirror. I have no memory of these captured moments. I'm inclined to believe it's a conspiracy...I swear I didn't exist until I was about four years old. And even then, it seems my existence was sporadic. It really doesn't make sense to me: how could I grow and learn and do, and not remember? How could I have been so itty bitty? Does anyone else get weirded out by pictures of their little selves, or is it just me?
What was I thinking? "What is that horrendous brightness? I should have never left the house."
Here I am, too busy sleeping to enjoy the scenery. One of Hunter's favorite things about me.
"I'm a cowboy baby! But only if dad promises not to let go."
"If I smile, do you swear you'll take me back inside?"
I think Santa looks more traumatized than the screaming child!
"An indoor horse...it's PERFECT!!!"
"Maybe if I look sweet & innocent, no one will know I'm plotting to become an only child again..."
"This is great, but what's up with these poofy pants??"
And the all time fave...
I know exactly what I was thinking in that one. It went like this: "SUGAR!!!!! SUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGAR!!!!!"
Good times. At least, I'm told they were.