My high school senior brought home the paperwork last week for putting a baby picture in his yearbook. No way was I going to miss that chance, especially since he’s gone from being this chunk of baby cuteness to a 6’1″ string bean.
Among the pictures I dug out was this one. Both boys on the first day of school, 1996. My oldest was starting kindergarten; his little brother was 3 and going to preschool at the same private school in Florida. It’s hard to believe they are the same giant teenagers I live with today. Or that it’s been 12 years since that picture was taken. Really, it doesn’t feel like that long ago.
Speaking of long ago …
On the left is me, Easter 1972, around 18 months of age. The other photo was taken about a year later. I’m quite the fan of that deer-in-the-headlights expression on the right. I was actually trying to find pictures of me in mama-made clothes to scan in (still looking, BTW) but got a kick out of these and scanned them in for posterity.
Remember my ode to my mom’s meatballs? Imagine my surprise to find this photo of her in action. I’m going to have to ask my dad if he knows when it was taken, since I’m not sure of the date and I don’t recognize the house at all (but not surprising since we moved around a little bit, thanks to the Army). I really don’t remember having seen this picture before, so to find it now, so close to the time of my reminiscing, just makes me happy. And a little teary.