Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox

Oct 21

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This is the 3rd post in a 12 week series joining
Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!

1985-1986
First Grade
 
 
I started 1st grade in 1985 when I was 6 years old.
 
 

 
 

 
My teacher was Mrs. Conley but she got married in 1986 so all of her students after me (including my sister) know her as Mrs. Sylvester.

 

 
Mrs. Conley/Sylvester decorated every inch of the classroom.
 
She loved teddy bears.
Mrs. Conley/Sylvester was my most favorite teacher. I’m not sure why I loved her so much, but I did. Actually, everyone did. You can ask almost anyone in my school who their favorite teacher was and they would tell you it was Mrs. Sylvester (or Mrs. Conley depending).  The last time I saw her it was 2006, she had been retired for years at this point, and she was at a production of the school’s musical.  After it was over she was swarmed with students of all ages waiting to give her a hug (I was one of them!).  There was just something about her.  I loved her so much that I invited her to my party when I graduated high school…and she came!  Anytime that I saw her she always remembered me and knew my name.  She still called me Jenny even though others had been calling me Jenn for years.
 

 
 School Projects

Here’s a school project that I found. I must’ve written it in 2nd grade, but it happened when I was in first grade. Please enjoy, “A Ghostly Tale”.

 

 
 
 

 

What? Isn’t everyone’s mom a disembodied head? No? Hmm, must just be mine then.
  
  
  
 
  
This drawing of my family cracks me up.

 
+First of all, I have no idea why I drew my dad wearing a top hat. Maybe I drew this during his brief stint as a chimney sweep (I know that ya’ll think that’s a joke, but I’m actually serious.).
+Next I actually laughed out loud when I saw that I had drawn my grandma on the sofa. That’s were we kept her, ya know…on the sofa. Did you put your coat back in the closet? Yes, mommy. Did you put your toys in the toybox? Yes, mommy. Did you put your Grandma back on the sofa? Yes, mommy.
She really did spend a lot of time sitting on that sofa. She would somehow get up, steal your glass, wash it, and sit back down on the sofa without anyone seeing her do it. You had no idea she had even moved until you noticed that your glass was missing. She has super powers. 
 

+I have no idea why my Uncle Alan appears to have, um, shall we say “ladies parts”. Maybe I’ve really blocked out a lot from my childhood, haha.  I’m hoping that’s supposed to be a bow tie, although, he never wore one that I recall.
+I don’t know why there are so many dogs and cats in this picture. We did not have any dogs or cats. 
+I’m not really sure why my Aunt Clare is sitting on the chair with her legs kicked up. But what really strikes me as odd is her hair. Below is a photo of my aunt around the time that I drew this. Maybe you can figure out what’s wrong with my drawing.

  

 
 
 
 

Obviously I have an incredibly creative mind 😉

 

Don’t trade lunches with Jenny
 
For whatever reason in 1985 I became quite obsessed with wanting a bra. I was begging my mom for one. She told me “no” several times. Finally, she decided that she would get me a bra. When I opened it I was so excited and I decided that I’d wear it to school the next day. That thing was awful! It was so uncomfortable I could barely stand it. I was pulling at it and scratching at myself all day long. Finally during lunch I just couldn’t take it anymore. Like so many women before me (and after me), I put my arms inside my sweater and I removed my bra without taking my shirt off…right in the middle of the cafegymatorium. One of the lunch ladies saw and came up to yell at me. “What are you doing with that?! You can’t have that in here…put that away!” So I balled it up and stuffed it in the pocket of my jean skirt. It bulged out like a huge lump in my pocket and was very obvious. I didn’t care. I was so glad to have that contraption off of my body! Once I was done eating I put the bra inside my awesome metal Popples lunch box.
 
 
 My mother, being the crafty genius that she is, decided to find me the most itchy, scratchy, uncomfortable bra that she could possibly find. This way I’d be quiet about wanting a bra and I’d see that growing up too fast isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. The joke was on her 5 years later when I actually needed a bra and she had to practically wrestle me into one! I had no desire to ever wear one again after my traumatic experience in the first grade. But that’s another story for another time. 
  
 
 

Here’s more school work that I found. It’s not dated so I’m not sure what year this is from. What cracked me up is what I had written on the back of the paper (clearly I laugh at myself a lot).

 

 
 I’m wondering if this was the same day I wore that bra to school! I guess we’ll never know.

 
  
You can read about my 6th birthday here:
Jenn’s 6th Birthday Party 1985

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Friends and Fellowship: Friends don’t get friends grounded

Oct 18

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This is the 2nd post in a 6 week series joining Ginny who is guest posting at Mommy’s Piggy Tales hosting the Young Adult Years version to record your youth.
This week’s Young Adult Years subject is “Friends and Fellowship”.
I’m also linking this up to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop
4.) We’re too old to be getting in trouble…aren’t we?
Write about a time you were scolded…as an adult.

Summer 1997
Throughout high school I had a handful of really good friends. I never saw much of my friends during the summertime unless they were in band like I was. I spent most of my summers with whatever boyfriend I had at the time. After graduation this didn’t change. My summer continued just like any other summer, except this year when it was over my friends would mostly be leaving for college and I would be getting my first job.

This is how I spent the summer after graduation:
I got my really long hair cut short.

I helped out with VBS at our church.


I went to Florida to visit my grandparents.

I worked as the assistant choreographer for the marching band dance line at my former school.

My best good friend, Meghan, worked as the assistant for the flag line.

After the first day of summer dance camp Meghan and I were talking. A lot. We’ve always done a lot of talking…for hours. We had a whole lot to say to one another that day, so we stopped at McDonald’s which is right across the street from the school. We sat there and talked for hours and hours. I couldn’t tell you one thing we talked about that day. When we finished talking, I walked home. It was nearly 5:00pm. When my mom came home from work she was furious at me. She had been calling the house since 2pm (when I should’ve been home from band camp) and naturally I didn’t answer because I wasn’t there. I was supposed to come right home. She didn’t know where I was or if something had happened to me. I told her where I was and what I was doing. She believed me, but that didn’t stop her from being upset. So upset that she grounded me. For a month. When I was 18 years old. I was particularly upset about it because I was supposed to go away with my boyfriend’s family on the fourth of July. The grounding held firm and I was not permitted to go. And I didn’t go. I accepted my groundation. You better believe that I was always home on time after that. And you better be home on time as well or my mom will ground you too! (And I’m only 50% joking. She seriously will ground you if you don’t behave.)

Meghan and I would continue to keep in touch over the next several years. She was a bridesmaid in my wedding. A few years after getting married we would drift apart. Aside from my sister and cousin I haven’t seen or spoken to any of my bridesmaids in years.

I saw very little of my high school friends once they left for college. We didn’t write, we didn’t call, and we didn’t keep in touch. Things probably would’ve been a little different if the internet and social media had been then the same way that it is now, but they weren’t. Those were the days of dial up…if you were even lucky enough to have that (“not I” says Jenn who didn’t receive a dial up connection until The Year 2000). Those were the days before everyone and their Grandma had a cell phone (P.S. Both of my Grandmas have a cell phone and one of them is on Facebook. Rock on, Grandmas, rock on.). In the 12 13 years* since graduation I think I’ve seen my good friend, Kelly, a total of 4 times (One of those times was at her wedding, and another was just this past March when we ran into each other at Wal-Mart when she was home visiting her dad in the hospital.).

I haven’t made any new friends since.

*Edited to add: I have been out of school for 13 years now, not 12.  Perhaps they shouldn’t have let me graduate at all considering that I lack the ability to do basic math.  Me smart.*

(Since this seems like it ended on a depressing note, I have edited this to add: I am now Facebook friends with all of my old high school friends.  Almost all of them live away and some of us don’t have much in common anymore, but I love to see the pictures of their cute kids and the funny things they say and do.)

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box

Oct 14

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This is the 2nd post in a 12 week series joining
Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!

Dancing in a box

My paternal grandma was downstairs doing something when she heard my grandpa call from upstairs, “Doris, you better get up here! These kids are stark n*ked up here!” When my grandma got upstairs she found my sister and I dancing n*ked inside of a wet cardboard box. Here’s what happened from my perspective. Our grandparents had just gotten us some bathtub crayons. We didn’t have any bathtub toys at our house because bath time was bath time, not play time, so other than the occasional Barbie…there were no toys in the bathtub. Bathtub crayons wouldn’t work at our house anyway since we had an old cast iron tub (no tile walls) with nothing to draw on, so we were really excited about playing with the bathtub crayons. I had asked my grandma if we could take a bath so that we could play with the crayons. She told us that it wasn’t bath time yet and we weren’t allowed to go inside the tub alone, so we’d have to wait. I was a very obedient child, so I didn’t go into the bath tub. Instead I got a big cardboard box and dumped our toys out of it. I then took it to the bathroom and then somehow (I assume with a cup) began to fill it with water. Then my sister and I got undressed, got our crayons, and climbed inside the box to play. We weren’t in the tub unsupervised and we still got to play with our crayons! I know, that’s brilliant, right? I didn’t know that the cardboard wouldn’t hold the water and it would leak all over the floor. I didn’t know that trying to draw with crayons on a wet cardboard box wasn’t as easy as drawing in a bathtub. I also didn’t know we would nearly give our grandpa a heart attack when he found us dancing in a cardboard box wet and n*ked.

(I know that I was younger than 5 years old when this happened because grandparents moved to Florida in 1984.)
*Unfortunately due to way too many creepy searches leading to this post than what I’m comfortable with I had to edit the title, url, and text within this post in hopes that this will stop it.

 

1984-1985
Kindergarten

I attended Central Elementary School for morning Kindergarten with my teacher, Mrs. Dakis. My mom tells me that I didn’t want to go to school because I hate change. I actually do hate change, or at least I did, but I don’t remember not wanting to go to school. I’m sure that I was scared, but I also remember being excited.

I remember when I first found out that I was going to start Kindergarten. Something came in the mail for me that said I was going to start Kindergarten on such and such a day with this teacher. I remember that my name was written on a cardstock cut out of a Care Bear and there was a string attached for me to wear it around my neck. I seem to remember the bear being Cheer Bear (the pink one with the rainbow on the tummy), but that might only be because Cheer Bear was the Care Bear that I had at home and had received as a gift for my 4th birthday. I remember being at my paternal Grandma’s house when I received the Care Bear name tag and I remember being excited that I was going to go to school. But I only remember that particular moment so it’s quite possible that between then and the first day I began to get frightened. To comfort me my mom told me how great Kindergarten would be, how we would have story time, and then drink milk, and then take a nap on a mat.



When the first day of school came my mom told me that she would be waiting right outside the door when I got out. I thought that she meant she would stand out there all day and I felt better “knowing” that if I needed her I could just open the door. When school was over the first thing that I said to my mom was, “Mommy, you don’t know anything about Kindergarten. We don’t have story time and we don’t take naps. Naps are for babies!” Well, alrighty then. I’m pretty sure that I was fine going to school after that.

 

Liar, Liar! Pants on Fire!
I made a friend at school. I think her name was Amber, but I’m not sure. One day I told Amber that I was going to be having a birthday party at Brady’s Run Park. I was not. What was actually going on was that our church was having the Sunday School Picnic at the park fairly close to my birthday. I knew that it wasn’t my birthday party…but I told her that anyway. I had forgotten all about it until we were at the Sunday School Picnic. Our family was at the shelter when a car pulled up. A little girl with a wrapped present got out of the car. Oops…busted! I had to tell my mom, and Amber, and her mom that I had lied about my birthday. I really don’t recall getting into a lot of trouble. In fact I remember our moms telling us that we could have a play date and maybe I could even ride the bus home with Amber one day (which was exciting for me because I was a walker). Then Amber and her mom got back into the car with the present and drove away. I don’t have any memories of Amber after that. I know that we never had our play date and sometime before the end of the year she moved away (probably to a place where people tell the truth). Amber did not come to my real birthday party that year. I’m not sure if it’s because we didn’t invite her, or if she just didn’t believe me, or if she had already moved away by then. I have absolutely no idea why I lied. It was very out of character for me. In fact while preparing for this post I asked mom if she had any cute stories of me at this age. She told me that I was such a good girl all the time, I never did anything wrong, and there just isn’t anything funny about a little girl who’s always behaving herself.

 

 
The thing that I find weird about this story is…how did two 5 year old girls get the details right? How did I tell Amber the exact day, time, and place with shelter number to come to? How did she then relay that information to her mother…correctly? Why did her mom just take her to a birthday party without there being a written invitation and without speaking to my mother first? I have no idea! But aside from the lying, those were some great communication skills at work!

 

 

You can find links to posts about my 1st-5th birthdays here: Celebrating 30 Years in 30 Days

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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My Birth Story: I’m always late

Oct 7

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For this first post I cheated and asked my mom to write it for me. I figured that it would be more meaningful coming right from her rather than me re-writing what she told me.
 

1979 My parents about 2-3 months before I was born

 
Here is my birth story in my mother’s words:
 
 “It was early Sunday morning 09-30-79, two weeks late and ready to burst, when finally a glimmer of hope that I wouldn’t be pregnant forever appeared, of all places…in my underwear!
 (I was two weeks late! This isn’t unusual for me as I seem to always be late even today!)
  
We called the doctor’s office and to my delight they said “If you’re not in labor, we’ll induce. Go to the hospital.” The sun shone…the angels sang…I was elated! I would finally get to meet my little baby…girl…boy…we didn’t know…we wanted to be surprised!
 
 About 11:00 A.M. they broke my water, after an hour…nothing…so they induced. Labor pains started immediately but after 5 ½ long hours still…nothing. The doctor came in and told us that the baby was getting stressed and the heartbeat was slowing and they would have to do a C-section. My husband looked as though he was going to throw up! I on the other hand didn’t care if they pulled the baby out of my nose with a spoon, I just wanted the baby out and I told the doctor as much!
 
They prepped me for surgery and at 6:15 p.m. We finally got to meet our little baby girl, Jennifer Rian, for the first time! You know with all that was going on in the operating room, I don’t even remember if she cried, but I did.”
 
 
 
 
 

09-30-1979 Me 2 hours old

 
 
I forgot to ask my mom to write about naming me, so I called her to be sure I got the story straight. Here’s what she said:
 
 
“I’ve always liked the name Jennifer, so I named you Jennifer. I always imagined Jennifer having blond hair and blue eyes and I don’t know why but I always pictured you running through a field. We wanted to do something different for your middle name so we took the first two letters from your dad’s name and the first two letters from my name and came up with Rian.”
 
 
I’ve always loved the meaning behind my middle name. I think it’s unique and I really like it (Although for a time during high school I thought it would sound better pronounced Ree-Ann (rather than Rye-en), but I got over that.). Being a Jennifer in the 1980’s wasn’t at all unusual so it was nice to have a special middle name.
 

Well, I’m off to go run through a field! See you next week 🙂

 
 
 

Left: 1979 Mom 6m pregnant w/ me Right: 2009 Me 9m pregnant w/ Adaline

 

 
My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

Coolest Family on the Block is committed to helping you find creative ways to have fun and make memories with your family all year-long. Don’t miss an idea, tip, or trick…subscribe and have updates sent directly to your email!

 

 

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Wordful Wednesday: The Flight of the Midnight Moth

Oct 6

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At midnight I went into my bathroom. I turned on the light and was immediately startled by a large bug fairly close to the light switch. I did a little gasp and small jump backward and then realized it was only a moth. I said aloud to myself, “Oh, it’s just a moth…you scared me for a second there.” (or something like that). As I was going into the cabinet to get something I thought, “Was that a moth?”. Despite my minuscule fear that it might be some other more fearsome insect that wanted to eat me or lay eggs in my ear (and despite the fact that you and I both know how these situations always end) I decided to turn around and lean forward ever-so-slightly for a closer quick look. At that exact moment the moth took flight. I let out a squeal and started jumping and shaking out my shirt and smacking my hair around sitcom-style for fear that it was “on” me somewhere.  

For the most part I’m not afraid of bugs (though I don’t particularly like them either thankyouverymuch) and I have absolutely no fear of moths…but that doesn’t mean that I want one on me. And I wouldn’t mind having one on me if it was by choice and I had invited said moth to rest lightly on my finger. However, this particular moth was just a little more aggressive in his introduction than I am comfortable with considering the “getting all up in my personal space” thing it just did. I don’t even want my husband touching me without asking first (sorry, dude. Love you!). Had Mr. Moth not scared the crap outta me (twice) I normally would’ve asked him his name, invited him to stay, and then written a poem about him. Maybe he’ll think of that next time he is contemplating scaring the bejeesus out of a poor, unsuspecting housewife (who ought to be in bed rather than blogging about moths at midnight).  
  
 

While leaving the bathroom I noticed that he was hanging out on the shower curtain. I don’t believe that he ever did touch me, but the erratic flight pattern was enough to freak me out (don’t you hate how moths fly?!). So, like any good blogger would I went to get my camera so that you would have a visual of this harmless yet altogether terrifying moth that has nothing better to do at midnight than to fly in the faces of innocent women.

This is the spot where Mr. Moth was originally.

And here he is…
 

 

Ew. I think you can see the flash glimmering in his little mothy eyeball. So creepy.

Okay. So I ended up writing a poem anyway. Enjoy.
 
The Flight of the Midnight Moth
We could have been friends, you and I
But instead you decided to fly
Without warning too close to my face
Made me jump all over the place
Some of us are moth-friendly folks
Who like hearing moth knock-knock jokes
And would be quite happy to
Become Facebook friends with you
So next time please think before flying
And sending some poor lady crying
The whole thing makes me quite sad
When I consider what we could’ve had

 

 

This post is linked to Wordful Wednesday

You can check out my Wordless Wednesday post here.

 

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Jenn’s 31st Birthday 2010

Oct 4

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(a.k.a. Happy (Belated) Birthday to me!)


After all of the thrill and excitement of my Celebrating 30 Years in 30 Days posts, I figured I wouldn’t leave you hanging until next year before giving you the edge-of-your-seat details from my 31st birthday on Thursday.
 
 


Cool Daddy invited the Cool Fam over for some cake and birthday festiveness.
 
 

There was a veggie tray.
The meat-eaters slipped some meat in there 😦

 

 

 

There was an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen.
(Clearly our DQ hires from only the country’s finest ice cream cake decorators)
I’m not sure who “Jemm” is, but I’m sure that she’s truly outrageous.
(Truly, truly, truly outrageous)

 
 


Here’s what it looks like all lit up!
There is no meaning behind the 8 candles…that’s what we had so we went with it.
(It’s a good thing that there was only 8 of them since I could barely blow them out. I think I need to exercise or something.)
 

 

I had already blown out the candles when my sister said, “Oh, I missed it!” (She was busy taking pictures of her adorable son…like anyone cares about him on my birthday!) So I told her, “Here, I’ll pretend to blow out the candles and you can take the picture!”

 
 


Then we got out Adaline’s old jumperoo to pass on to her little cousin.
He loved it and she loved showing him all of the toys on it.
 

 

Adaline had a dirty diaper and this was the reaction.
 

 

I wanted a picture of me with my little sweetie pie on my birthday.
She did not.
This is the best one we ended up with.
 

 


And this is her smiling only a few minutes later.
(What a snot!)
 

 
 

 

 
 
You might be interested in checking out my daughter, Adaline’s, first birthday party
You can take a look at my 1st-30th Birthdays by following the links on this page.

 

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