Getting out the family photos

I love pictures. I love to take pictures of the ordinary--Jake and Landen "playing" Guitar Hero, Lily napping, Corey doing anything with the boys. Most of all, I love old family pictures. By old, I mean pictures of the four of us when Cydney and I were little. So I offer some to share, but by God, if anyone makes fun of my hair, you're all in deep shit.

(Please note: Corey is excluded from this post because we have ONE picture of him when he was little that I will have to scan and post. When I was in high school, I got a bunch of his little boy pictures from his Grandma, but when I could no longer claim ownership of him, I mailed the pictures back to him. Stupid Katrina ate them. Not my sister-in-law. The hurricane.)

My mother made her wedding dress. August 6, 1971

I like to believe that I was never one of those children who was cruel to animals, but I appear to be choking the hell out of my poor kitty, Kelly. Burgundy tights and lots of bangs.

I am eating cake. Cake is good.

This is the Fat Buddha. My aunt Jean shoplifted Buddha and gave it to my Grandmother as a gift. My dad and I have been fighting over who can own Fat Buddha since I was this old. Right now, it's at his house.


This is my favorite picture of Cydney. I don't know where that hat came from, and whatever she is working on here, she's into it. Plus, the child never, ever wore pants.

Look. at. my. mama's. hair.

Maybe the only picture taken of Cydney on a beach in her bathing suit. I promise it was abandoned shortly after this picture was taken. She spent her developmental years naked on the beaches of the Gulf Coast. I have chosen not to post THOSE pictures on the blog.

Yes, those were MY glasses on my face.

I'm not sure what's worse, that I am drinking my own Coke from a can at whatever age this is, or that my addiction has truly been lifelong.

Not milk in my house. Coke. And mother's shoes.

My glasses on me. Dad's glasses on Cydney.

I poke that fat baby in her face.

Rock. star.

Couldn't you eat her little clown face?

Maybe this isn't a post about family pictures, but about how stupid cute me and Cydney were when we were tots.