Saturday, January 10, 2009

"Butterball"

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??

5 comments:

Laura said...

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.

Anonymous said...

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.

La Cootina said...

Heh! You (Bro #1) are lucky you were able to have children...

Anonymous said...

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)

La Cootina said...

I must have been the squirmiest, squealiest baby ever...