I seriously look stoned.
Either my mom put cough syrup in my bottle, or I just woke up from a nap.
Three points of interest in this photo:
1. Anthony's glasses
2. Naner's neck (what in the world was he doing?)
3. My hands (why would the photographer not have done something with them?)
Why my mom thought it would be cute for me to hug a gum-ball machine, I will never know... An additional point of interest: my dress is actually smocked with gum-ball machines.
What's wrong with this picture?
Perhaps the fact that I'm old enough to stand, yet still chugging my food down in an infant feeder?
Digging for gold, cause Ken just wasn't good enough.
Oh ya know, just practicing my shooting...
You have no idea how many times I smashed my fingers in that drawer.
Most parents tell children not to eat batter because of the raw eggs (I still say that's just a cover for them to eat the batter/dough), yet here is my mom feeding me batter. CLASSIC
Clearly I thought the gingerbread house looked good. I managed to climb up on the table for that one!
Why yes, yes I am sitting in a laundry basket sucking on a bottle of laundry detergent (please don't call DHS, it was clearly sealed). When I asked my mom why she wasn't watching me, her response was that she was getting the camera...
Sleeping on the fireplace. I might have been a little narcoleptic as a child.
Also, that blankie went EVERYWHERE with me. My mom actually had to sew silky ribbons on my clothes when I was school-age so I wouldn't be THAT kid who carried her blankie to school.