“Adam and Eve had many advantages, but the principal one was that they escaped teething.”
When I woke up, the day was cloudy and still a bit damp. Since then, the sun has arrived and the sky is now a beautiful blue. It’s a still day, not a leaf moves. The humidity hasn’t yet disappeared, but last night I actually felt a breeze and slept without the air conditioning. I haven’t been out much lately so today I’m going to grab my camera and take a ride.
I have a baby book my mother kept. It is from The Children’s Corner, the same store where I used to buy my Trixie Belden books when I was eleven. My mother was faithful in filling out the pages. I know the doctor and the nurses and, according to my mother, I was very cute at birth. I don’t doubt her. At six months, I got the measles. Come to find out, back then I liked beets. I crept at seven months and walked at ten. I started talking early and by two was asking questions which is also when I finished potty training. My mother noted her technique was, “Keep asking her and putting her on.” My favorite books were Little Red Riding Hood and Chicken Little. Even back then I liked stories with a bit of action and a few scares. My baby book ends with a couple of comments about my first and second grades. My mother thought me quite the smart little girl.
Most pages in my book are filled, and the family album had picture after picture of me. I was her first so my mother wanted to chronicle everything. My brother came 16 months later. He got a book too and lots of pictures except I’m in many of them. Sharing my parents had already begun.
My sister Sheila came five years later. We found what we figured was her baby book when we were cleaning my mother’s house. It is the back of an envelope on which is written a few random observations. That’s it. Nothing else. My sister Maureen, the youngest, has nothing, not even an envelope.
Being the oldest did give me a few advantages. I know I could put on my own shoes by the time I was two, and I was always cute.
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July 16, 2010 at 12:38 pm
No such books here. As my mother would say, I can´t have all that garbage lying around everywhere 🙂 🙂
But I was the last and five years after my sister, so I did get a lot of attention in the beginning.
We´ve had a cool and really nice summers day over here but already now at 6:30pm the clouds are gathering up for tomorrows thunderstorms. They say it will star early in the morning and keepn on all day. Well they never guess right otherwise so I guess it will be wrong tomorrow too 🙂 🙂
Have a great day now!
Christer.
July 17, 2010 at 9:35 am
Christer,
My mother was a saver of everything. She had cards we had given her when we were young, drawings and all sorts of mementos from us.
I didn’t have long to bask in my solo child time.
It was hot and it’s humid already this morning. I’m sweating.
July 16, 2010 at 4:57 pm
Trixie Belden! I had forgotten all about those books.
My brother, the middle child, always complained that there were plenty of photos of me, the oldest, and plenty of photos of the youngest brother but none of him. I presented him with two albums full of photos of infant him, toddler him, baseball playing him, fishing him and Boy Scout him. He has been silent on the subject ever since.
July 17, 2010 at 9:36 am
Caryn,
I loved Trixie. She is the reason I love mysteries now.
My mother divided the family album and gave us all our own filled with individual pictures of each of us. No one had a complaint then.
July 16, 2010 at 6:36 pm
Oh pat yourself on the back why don’t cha? Every baby is cute. I was the last born with two older sisters so having a son was a big event back then. There are more pictures of me and 35 mm film than my two sisters. In fact one sis is 9 years older than me and was a perfect live at home baby sitter. I came to know and love her like a nanny. Nice read today Kat.
July 17, 2010 at 9:37 am
Z&Me,
I was merely quoting my mother. I think there are ugly babies. I have seen them, but I always tell the mother how cute the baby is anyway.
I am seven years older than my youngest sister. The last thing I wanted to be was her nanny.
Thanks, Z&Me