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)
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