I had though that I had missed the boat... then wasn't going to do it since I had already posted pictures last week.
But I was reading Robin's post and she said it wasn't to late...
What the heck? I'm sitting here miserable with a chest cold and nothing better to do. Oh, I have laundry to do... but I said better. :O)
Here are some of my favorite pictures of me as an ankle biter...
Enjoying raisins, my favorite treat...Which I hate now. 1 year.
Sitting with my great-grandpa, who loved me despite being a beaner. ;O) Unlike his wife, my great-grandmother. She was from the south, what can I tell ya. I loved this man so much, I have only fond memories. I don't remember the dog though. 1 /12 years old
A picture of me while I stayed with my mother's parents in California, because my mother was indisposed. *cough funny farm cough* I still smile like that, though I have more chins now.* I don't know if you have heard this or not, but rumor has it that I am a ginourmous goofball, and as you can see... I started at a young age* 3yrs
Me and my Anti Yvonne who took care of me while my older brother and I lived with the grandparents.:O)
Isn't she gorgeous? Hey , am I being a goofball in that picture? Outstanding! 3 yrs
I'm pretty sure I was rockin' the bell bottoms.
This is a picture of me, still living in California with the grand-nuts. My Grandma worked at the Head Start, which is like preschool I think. She took this photo. 3-4 years old
And last but not least, this is my favorite picture of me and my dad. Though he became my dad when I was about 6 or 7, he never treated me like I wasn't his. He is one of the few bright spots from my childhood.
When he wore his horn rimmed military issue glasses, I thought he looked like Clark Kent, and secretly I thought my mother was dating Superman. :D Well, he was my Superman... so there you have it.
Miss you dad! 12 years old