Ange–this is the picture I was talking about.  I can vividly remember being so proud of “matching” pajamas as well as Sterling fitting into the night gown intended for my cabbage patch!  Seeing your little one, brought the memories of this picture back. 🙂 I know, I Know–the gowns themselves aren’t all that lovely, but the memories are irreplacable.  Besides, it was the 80’s, so it’s absolutely permissive that the syle is a bit ‘off’!  Just had to share as I really loved seeing that picture of Ainsley–almost enough to cry. 🙂

      

(Ange, I was inspired with all your nostalgic photos)…

I Love my family…

I’m a big picture girl–love looking at pictures (that’s what drew me into Xangadom, anyway!)–maybe it came from working at a photo lab in high school, I dunno.  Whatever the reason, I LOVE PICTURES.  Recently, I’ve found a few pictures of my family throughout the years. Just thought I’d share with the Xanga world, even though I don’t think anyone browsing here will remember ANY of these stages except the skiing picture from Dec 97.

I am so thankful for my family…

 

And a favorite poem from around that time period…

Smart, by Shel Silverstein from Where the Sidewalk Ends

My dad gave me one dollar bill

‘Cause I’m his smartest son,

And I swapped it for two shiny quarters

‘Cause two is more than one!

 

And then I took the quarters

And traded them to Lou

For three dimes—I guess he don’t know

That three is more than two!

 

Just then, along came old blind Bates

And just ‘cause he can’t see

He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,

And four is more than three!

 

And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs

Down at the seed-feed store,

And the fool gave me five pennies for them,

And five is more than four!

 

And then I went and showed my dad,

And he got red in the cheeks

And closed his eyes and shook his head—

Too proud of me to speak!

 

***Sigh***  I loved being a kid.   Minus the fact that I no longer ring my neighbor’s doorbell to ask them to play, often times, I still exhibit many characteristics of a kid.  I think, at heart, I’ll always be one.