Goddess in Training: October 2005

My First Halloween - I was a devil

Happy Halloween
Tonight I went trick-o-treating for the first time. It was fun for a while to look at all the kids running and laughing then it got really dark. Mom was pushing me in a carriage and when I started crying Dad carried me. He is such a sucker! My Brother was Superman but he should have dressed as a baby. He didn't want to walk and Dad had to carry him the whole time. He also wouldn't give up his pacifier or go to anyone's house. If I could walk I would show him how it is done.

My parents made me wear the same costume that my brother wore on his first halloween. They had a good laugh telling everyone that I was a true devil. Real funny Mom and Dad.

Here I am

Here is my Brother

Family Picture-11 Weeks Old

Here we are at my 11 week birthday.

In My Brother's Clothes

Mom has this thing where she loves seeing my brother's clothes on me. She loved this outfit when he wore it so much so that it was the outfit she put him in at his baptism was over. She got it from her friend JoAnne at work. She mostly loves it because it is red, white and blue but also because it is so cute.

Mom's Christening Gown

This is Mom's Christening Gown. It is 39 years old and this day she tried it on me to see if it fits.

Mom's Screen Saver

This was taken when I was 3 months old, which is over 3 months ago. Mom has taken probably 4,000 pictures since then yet this one still graces her computer as her screen saver.

All dressed up and nowhere to go

I got this dress from my Grandpa, He sent it to mom before I was born along with hundreds of other gifts but this is her favorite. It is pink and girly and she loves it!

Gift from Aunt Bek & Uncle Ohio

Aunt Bek and Uncle Ohio took a trip to Washington and picked me up this oh so cool onesie that says "Future President" and a skurt with a red, white and blue butterfly. As you can see I love it!!!

Me and My Brother

Here is me and my brother. He loves sitting next to me and touching my hand. He says cheese when mom points the camera, I just decided to wave. I need to figure out more about this cheese thing.

WHY???!!

Why is it that my bro, my kin, my chum, my blood, my family feel the need to constantly poke me in the eye and say "eye." Come on man, give me a break. Payback is a bitch.