Sam was a pirate for two Halloweens--he liked having whiskers drawn on. I suppose I knew that he'd grow up and be hairy--the men on both sides of the family (and a few of the women) are pretty burly--but when he was little he was as silky and soft as a kitten. He was a black-haired baby that turned tow-headed, and then gradually got darker and hairier; I think he started shaving in the eighth grade.
I'm sorry you have a five o'clock shadow at noon, honey.
In the nineties, an awful lot of family portraits looked just like this. Sam had a little tail of golden curls
(which was his choice, I want to emphasize.) It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Again, I'm sorry Sam.
And now he's all grown up. He's officially twenty-seven, but last year he found out he was really thirty, because once you're not in school any more and you aren't having fifth, or eighteenth, or twenty-first birthday celebrations, and have a big-boy career like a lot of other adults, you might as well be thirty. I guess when he finally gets there it won't sting so much.
I'm sorry about that, too.
Happy birthday, Son.
Sam is adorable at all ages! What a cutie!
ReplyDeleteHandsome young man! OH MY GOSH, that is a real rat! Talk about a realistic prop!
ReplyDeleteYes, Oreo, the class beast. She visited each kindergartener in one-week increments and we had her at Halloween. Weren't we lucky?
DeleteThose are such sweet photos, although I just can't help laughing at the expression on your daughter's (Lillian?) face in that '90s photo! She looks like she just got some really shocking news!
ReplyDeleteAnd the shoe stories?! Oh my!
Ha!
ReplyDeleteMany happy returns to your son!
He looks so much like my son! Oh those poor little feet!
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