Vintage Family Album

That bloody Tara Cain has had me all misty-eyed this week: her vintage theme sent me to the land of nostalgia, where everything is tinted pink. I have been blubbing like a whale since dawn. It may be down to the fact that I have been up since dawn that I have been blubbing. I’m not sure.

Thus I give you me:

before the internet, when all I cared about was playing, a bit of cake for breakfast and ideally a trip to the pool after the Brother’s nap. Not that he was good at napping. He was on Temazepam at 9 months. I suspect it may have had permanent damage, because he was always up to no good. In fact whenever we take a trip down Memory Lane, we always end up telling tales of his (mis-) deeds. I assume he grew out of it because The American had the good grace to marry him and give birth to his child: squeezing a quart out of a pint pot is not something any woman goes into lightly.

Good or bad, I am unsure, but just as there is an uncanny likeness between PD and the three-year-old-DG, so there is an unsettling similarity betwixt my youngest child and her Uncle. So similar that The Mothership is reported to have mistaken the two on Facebook recently (she’s not on FB herself, but looks over Brother Adam’s shoulder at his feed). Admittedly this is a regular occurance: I’m fairly sure it is written in the Rule Book of Life that, once you have multiple children, you should never use their name at the first attempt, but instead scroll through all relevant family names until you alight upon the correct one. There is a subsection to this clause which states that “…the only appropriate reaction to being made a grandparent (save complaining bitterly about being made to feel old at every opportunity) you should increase the frequency with which this name-confusion occurs, ideally including names of family pets if possible.

 

As ever, there are numerous much better Vintage entries over at The Gallery this week!