Continuing my march into the past we come upon this odd old photo:
Yep, that’s me in that receptacle. Was it an attempt to dispose of me? Was it a crazy idea for a new play pen? Perhaps I was into too many things while they were busy with other things? Also possible, as a first child, they wanted to take more pictures of cute little me in cute little circumstances. It is indeed true that in our household there are a plethora of photos of the oldest, yours truly. Fewer of my younger sister. And fewer still of my younger brother. I guess the novelty wears off as time goes by. Or maybe as children multiply, there are fewer free hands to operate a camera. True in your household also?