The kids laughed with me (or at me?) as we looked through an old photo album today.
"Mom! You look so strange!"
"Oh yes, I know sweetie, just look at my hair! Why didn't anyone help me with it?"
One thing seems to be a common theme in almost every single picture of my childhood---I was either carrying a baby under my arm or some sort of animal, which was usually a cat. It's almost disturbing how many cat pictures there are, but I'm resting in the fact that I'm not really a big cat person now (we don't even have one), so I'm not too worried that I'll grow to be that old lady with 100 cats. The cats were fun, but I think I've been set free from that.
See what I mean?
I've got a tan and a baby.
With a baby, an upside down baby. Thankfully, I got that part figured out.
With a cat, that was trying to get away, but of course, I wasn't having that. Stay, kitty kitty.