i recently went back and read an online diary i kept circa 1999. It was honestly the worst thing i’ve ever read. i’m not saying this to put myself down or anything of the sort. it is honestly terrible. i am generally an advocate of journal writing but now i am wondering if keeping a journal through your awkward stages is a good idea.
so i couldn’t bring myself to share any of it with you. what i did find, however, is baby pictures! So here is my lovely family in the late eighties.
For those of you who don’t know, I’m the blond on the right sportin’ the Oshkosh B’Gosh denim overals.
My friend Lauren says that I’m all floppy in this picture.
I like this photo because my brother would wear that outfit today and my sister looks exactly like this now.
This photo was not staged. They actually do this. All the time.
If and when I have kids, I totally think I’ll be the dad that takes 250 photos of his baby every day.
and I’ll make them wear bow-ties.
Where’s the one of you with your invisible tux?
Know that you are not alone…we all have been abused one way or another in family photos. It is part of the life cycle.
Haha, “abused” is just the right word for it.
Jesse – oh man… right where it always is, behind the couch on the living room.
Kim and alina – abuse… they do it out of love… oh man.