Blast from the Past

Thanks to our tax return, we reorganized our "office" over the weekend.  We bought a new desk, added some shelves, and basically turned the room into an ad for IKEA.  Seriously, we're turning into the IKEA poster family.  It's slightly pathetic, but also easy on the pocketbook.

Part of the job involved going through unlabeled CDs, trying to figure out whether there was anything on them worth keeping.  Most of them were either blank but really scratched, or copies of music we already had stored on the computer.  But I came across two discs of random pictures from several years ago that made me really grateful I hadn't just trashed everything without checking them first.

And now, to the future humiliation of my children, I'm going to share some of these priceless gems with you.

First, some of my favorites of Ellie:

Diva child

I like to call this one "trailer trash Ellie"

This was when I learned that naptime
wasn't going to be so easy anymore

And now, Lexi:



In true dad fashion, Chris thought it
would be hilarious to dress her up like
Dobby from Harry Potter.



She said, "Take a picture of me with an
angry face."  This was the angry face.

Self-inflicted mullett

Vicki's aren't quite as embarrassing, but I work with what I have:

Not sure what the face was about.
Also, I'd forgotten our kitchen floor used
to look like that!

Back when she couldn't smile normally
to save her life, and she had a gap-tooth
grin for a year and a half.

Do you think Vicki looks like me?

me

Vicki

Then there was one of me before I got my hair cut. Wow.

I like it better short.


Also, Chris and I used to look really young.


2005


It's scary to think that by the time this picture was taken, we'd been together for 10 years, married for 6, and had two children with one on the way. And we look like such babies.

Among the pictures was also a fabulous shot of my already-big belly at 13 weeks pregnant with Ellie (which I will NOT be sharing with you, thankyouverymuch), pictures of the water damage to our house when we returned home to find a pipe had been dripping steadily for the entire 11 days we were in Utah, pictures of my entire family at the Oregon coast (watch out guys, I'll use those one day!), and a whole bunch of others I'm glad we didn't lose.

So, the moral of the story is: always label your discs.

And also, it's never too early to provide future humiliation for your children.