Due to the major impending life event looming just so slightly over the horizon, the wife and I have been digging up some old baby pictures of our own so we can know ahead of time JUST how cute and adorable this baby is going to be. It doesn’t suffice for us to just figure “oh, it’ll be cute enough” – no, we are bona fide control freaks. You didn’t think it was a coincidence Amanda’s not going to be suffering through a pregnancy in a sweltering DC summer, did you?
So of course we had to pull out all the old photos we could find and compare and contrast our favorite – or not-so-favorite features. And seeing as how blogging is all about over sharing, I thought you might like to take a peek too.
Over about a month’s time in 1981, my mother gave birth to her third son while Amanda’s mom gave birth to her first daughter.
My parents, early 1981.
I was two weeks late, which meant not only was I huge (10.5 pounds), but also a bit ahead of the game development wise.
So I pretty much came out smiling. And holding my head up? Oh I got that.
I had that at about 2 weeks (I think typically the neck/head muscle thing comes around 6 weeks).
For a brief period in my youth, I considered a career as a hand model. But then I fell asleep.
A budding interest in food.
Ruined from the start.
At my grandfather’s farm.
My brothers.
Cake rules.
Meanwhile, Amanda came about a week early, and she wasn’t quite as happy about it.
At the time, Amanda’s dad was in the hospital recovering from a plane crash. A pilot in the Marine Corps, his plane malfunctioned while taking off from a carrier and he had to eject straight out in front of the ship, which then promptly cruised right on over him. He was away in recovery when Amanda’s mother gave birth, but ultimately had only broken a leg and was soon back in good health.
Amanda and her mother, Terri.
Amanda’s 1st birthday.
And my favorite…
5 more months…
