Aww of the day...

So...my Blog Conscience has been screaming at me. Kari! I confess that my life is just a boring treadmill at the moment. I would cringe to have to share my happenings at the moment. Where is the fun? I need a better hobby than working at the elementary school.... :P. Anyhooo...you seemed to like my photos of "my baby James", so here I'll try to soften you with my own little photos. I see these photos and imagine a severely shy little girl. To add salt to the wound--about 10 years ago my mom admitted that I was so quiet and was carried everywhere that the neighbors would question whether I had "special needs" or not. Grrrr. My defense is that the neighborhood had lots of girls about 5 - 10 years older that did all of my speaking and transporting.

It also seems that once the pixie haircut was grown out, I always had those sponge rollers in my hair. It doesn't amaze me that I had ringlets all the time. I loved them! The only time I regretted ringlets was when Vickie Chappel would keep pulling them during Primary (church) and let them recoil with a loud, "BOING!" Sounds like something straight out of Ramona the Pest.


Susan, almost 3 yrs old (above, and kindergarten photo (below)

Best Christmas Ever

Sometimes Jenna just makes me GIGGLE!!


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Hidden Treasures

While packing away Christmas, I finally decided to purge a space-wasting box labeled 'Hall Closet'. I knew this was from our last house--and junk was probably tossed inside, just waiting to spill out into the new home. Since I'm The Queen of Delayed Decisions (thanks for the title, Sweetie), I figured I'd tackle the box once and for all. I'm happy I did. Many "lost" photos were hiding inside. Here are a few I'll share for now. But stay tuned, because those Greens sure were shutterbugs!


<-- Baby James


What a handsome family!

This photo dates back to March '82. James (the youngest, far left) is a senior in High School. I feel obliged to Marian to remember there was always another son born to the family; however, little Thomas only survived about a week. Big brother Steven was about 2 years old at the time. Paul (James' dad) remembers little Steven giving gentle pats on the back to those who would pick him up at that sad time. Perhaps he knew all the big people needed a little reassurance? Sweet story. To this day, any birthday calendar given to Marian is quickly scanned for Tommy's birthday. I made the mistake only once! :)


Another photo from April '65. I honestly thought the leather tether with baby James was a leash for him. He quickly informed me it is a strap for the binoculars. He sheepishly admitted his father has since given them to us. James hates to admit he has his father's cast-offs. The rest of us call those things 'heirlooms'.