aka The Baby That Ate New York. Hard to believe from this pic that Bro #1 is two years older. What the hell were they feeding me??
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As I am 45 years old and I have older sisters, I love your nostalgic trips. You have such a knack for writing and putting your feelings into words. I really enjoy your blog! You are also very smart not to live by the numbers. I've had this three years and I still struggle with that. I can learn a valuable lesson from you.
Bro #1 here.... I'm not saying you were a chubby baby - let's just say I still have an indentation on my lap where someone's bottom (in the photo?) was momentarily posed.
I can't say it was your mother's milk that "filled you out"; I never even tried that road. It's just that we fed you whenever you squirmed or squealed, so that was the result. We, of course, were delighted that you were such a chubby baby. It meant that you were happy and well-fed! (and that, in turn, meant we were good parents....at least by the criteria of those times)
aka The Coot, aka Aunt Crankypants. I am the mistress of Villa DeCay, and dogmom of Miss Molly. I have Multiple Myeloma, a blood and bone cancer. I am trying very hard to be the heroine of my story instead of a whiny crybaby. I succeed about half the time.
The Clan: Ma & Pa, Brothers 1 and 2, S-I-L, Sister, and nieces (Supergirls 1-4). The Foodies: the gal pals of Stir Crazy, my cooking club of 7+ years The Hoodies: friends who all live near me The Out-of-Towners:Joyce (TX); Susan (FL)
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About the Masthead
This masterpiece was drawn by Supergirl #4, KC, when she was about 5 years old. She explained, "This is you, and your dog Molly, and Molly's friend Gracie, and Gracie's dad." I pointed to the figure in the sky and asked if that was Gracie's mommy. "No," KC replied, "That's a Flying Heart Person." I LOVE that it's a gender-neutral Flying Heart Person, and not some cheesy angel. Thanks to my lovely, brilliant friend Kelly (a Hoodie), who reconfigured the masterpiece and made this beautiful masthead.
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As I am 45 years old and I have older sisters, I love your nostalgic trips. You have such a knack for writing and putting your feelings into words. I really enjoy your blog! You are also very smart not to live by the numbers. I've had this three years and I still struggle with that. I can learn a valuable lesson from you.
Bro #1 here.... I'm not saying you were a chubby baby - let's just say I still have an indentation on my lap where someone's bottom (in the photo?) was momentarily posed.
Heh! You (Bro #1) are lucky you were able to have children...
I can't say it was your mother's milk that "filled you out"; I never even tried that road. It's just that we fed you whenever you squirmed or squealed, so that was the result. We, of course, were delighted that you were such a chubby baby. It meant that you were happy and well-fed! (and that, in turn, meant we were good parents....at least by the criteria of those times)
I must have been the squirmiest, squealiest baby ever...
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