So I dug out some old picture albums from back in the day. I found some fun ones of me and Dan back at the turn of the century (notice how I haven't aged a bit!) and some pics of me as a baby and Dan as a baby. So.....looking at our baby pics, who do the kids look like?!
But first, here we are after just meeting at PennState. We were tailgating at a game! Notice Aspen in the old Pathfinder that Dan had when we met, the truck that he drove me and Janet home in on the first night that we met. Aspen ate the interior of that car a few years later. Yes. Ate the headrest, door, seat, etc. Awesome.
Speaking of Aspen, here's our boy! That dog either growled at or bit everyone except Dan...and me. I have no idea why, because I met Aspen when he was about four, but that dog never once growled at me. He bit Dan Emrey, Russ, Mike, poor Savannah, Cooper, a girl Dan worked with, and even Dan's dad's earlobe. Granted, Bob got in Aspen's face and growled at him, which is obviously a smart thing to do, but still. That dog was crazy! Heck, he even bit all of the doorknobs in the house to get in and out of rooms. Oh..and when we moved to Douglassville, we had him tied to a basement post with a GALVANIZED steel chain. The kind of steel that they use in airplanes. Yeah, he gnawed on it for hours, making his mouth bleed...but he actually made a dent in that steel. It started to fray. Yup.But I loved baby boy, our buddy, and we all miss him very much. He knew I was mommy from the moment we met, and I really did love him. I guess I have a thing for bad boys!
Speaking of which, here's me and my "bad boy" in 1999 for Christmas in GA. That's when Savannah ran away from Faye in Lancaster and we had to cut our visit short and go home to look for her. She was 8 months old. With the help of Mike and Gina, we looked and looked, but still did not find her. So we wound up going to VT to ski as we had planned, and I remember calling Faye on a PAY PHONE!!!!!! Yes, that old school! Faye told us that a farmer saw Savannah but that the silly sheltie wouldn't go to him. So Bob and Faye raced home to get Aspen and bring him to the farm. When Savannah saw Aspen, she came back!!!! I guess she has a thing for bad boys, too!
Another turn of the century pic. Notice the pale skin and duct tape on Dan's hat!!!! He had that thing FOREVER!!!! Oh...and the sexy sweater vest!
One of my favorite pics of us - at a friend's wedding summer of 1999. I can't believe my hair was that short!
Now for the baby pics. Here's one of me and my mom. I was about 18 months old. Look like someone we know?!?!?!
I about died when I saw the similarities!
And then there's THIS guy!!!!! What a cutie! Look like anyone?!?!?!
Especially here...I think I have a pic of Morgan sleeping like this somewhere. I'll have to go through my files...
It's really neat to see who they are, who they're becoming, and someday, who they'll be. And I suppose I'll have to remember that on days like today when I was stuck with them in my car for over an hour because the drive home was a snowy mess (love WI). They screamed, cried, whined, yelled, the whole way home. Again, for those of you who don't have kids, let me paint the picture...
Take a long grill skewer and heat it up nice and slow on the grill. Get it to a nice temp, one that isn't too hot or too cold, like Goldilock's porridge. Take said skewer and, at a very fast pace, stab your entire body with it, including your ears, of course. But don't make those stabs too deep, no, that would be ridiculous. Poke just enough to inflict pain such that you're not sure if it's heat or piercing that you're feeling, but you don't have enough time to figure out what it is because you're already focusing on the next poke, the next, and on and on and on and on and on. At a certain point you truly understand the meaning of learned helplessness, and you understand why parents who don't answer their screaming kids at Target are so oblivious. It's because we've developed the "okayeverythingisokaysopleasejuststoptalkingtomeandscreamingsoicanliveasemblanceofalifeandstopansweringthesamequestionoverandoverandoveragainandwhenyouaskmethesamethingoverandoverandoveragainIhavenoideahowtoactuallymakeyouunderstandthatI'mlisteningandyoushouldaskaquestionbeforeIgocompletelyinsaneandifanyonesaysMommyagainI'mgonnaloseitwaitI'vealreadylostitandyou'restillaskingmequestionslikealittlestalkerwhowon'tstopcrankcallingmeandsayingMommyMommyMommy????"
Yup. That's what it is. I love them, but their volume alone is enough to send me into sainthood.
:)
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