My brother (the one holding me in the picture below) sent me this family portrait via blackberry messenger. Not the best quality… but I imagine you can catch the gist of how… um… “cute” I was.
I betcha I was about 4 months old judging by the fact that I may well be wearing Christmas garb.
(There are so many wonderfully phenomenal elements at play within this picture. The background. My brothers’ feathered hair. The look of pure disdain on my sister’s face. My dad’s afro. My Mom’s long-haired mullet.)
Very seldom do I take the whole family down in a post… but I think I may have just succeeded. Don’t lie. You have these pictures, too. I know you do.