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Now You See It, Now You See It Again

29 Oct

I’m not going to lie – I was pretty excited to reach into the good ol’ grab bag this week and find the photo album filled with pictures from the months around my first birthday.  It’s nice not to be humiliated every once in a while.  And I’ve never seen a picture of a yearling child that wasn’t dominated by cuteness.

I’m not even going to spend a lot of time pointing out the weird fuzzy stuffed animal that I can completely feel in my memory, but can’t picture well enough to remember what animal it actually was.  And I’m not going to talk about the crazy gold striped chair that I’m sitting in, because in 1976 I think every family had one of those.  I won’t even dwell on the adorable jumper that I just bet my Mom made.  And that wall paper?  I’ve never seen it before.

This is what struck me about this photo:  Cecilia.

Do you see it?  Here, compare it to this one of our dear daughter that I’ve doctored with a little retro-photo action on Picnik.

Okay, so she’s got a little bit more of The Nose going on, but I bet my parents would testify to my nosing it up back then.  And I had a few curls sprouting behind my ears, but so does she, you just can’t see them in this picture.  We’re obviously not the generous and conscientious parents my folks were.  We’ve simply given our only girl a stick to play with.  Her dress?  Hand-me-down, not handmade.  But that’s nearly the same.

Despite all these differences I still see the resemblance, and I don’t think it’s just the Picnik photo re-vamping that’s doing it.

Abers the Babers

7 Sep

Abraham is four today.  Four.  It’s been a struggle to teach him this number, mostly because he never knew he was three.  I’m not sure how we let this happen, but we were extra vigilant in our efforts to establish age-awareness this year around.

Here he is the day he came home from the hospital.

Don’t even get me started on how much I miss his newborn squishiness and those adorable puckered lips.  I’m a reminiscing mess around my children’s birthdays, and that makes the first part of September an emotional trifecta.

Abe had some specific requests for his fourth birthday.  He wanted, and I quote, “a hundred and a bundred of Imaginext and a hundred and a bundred of Planet Heroes.”  He also hoped to acquire, “the girl dragon that is just like the boy dragon only with fuzzy hair” and “the other ship that we don’t have that has things like this (arms stretched out) and like this (arms over head) and like this (arms together.)”

We’re pretty fluent in Aberese around here, so we managed to put together a birthday list for the Grandmas.  We must have done okay because there was bouncing and rejoicing, and phrases like, “I always wanted this,” and “this is even better than I said it would be!”

You know, that’s exactly how I feel about him, too.

Happy Birthday, Abe.  May you have a hundred and a bundred of more.