This was not the photo I had in mind for this week. But it’s the one I found flipping through the wonderful albums my mother painstakingly created for me. And I could not resist.
I hadn’t thought about this picture in ages. It makes me smile every time I look at it.
It’s me, probably somewhere in the neighborhood of 14 to 16 months old if I were to guess, visiting Mimi and Papa’s house.
Some things never change: While I finally stopped sucking my thumb some time ago, you’ll still find me today twisting stray locks of my hair. (Imagine my surprise to see Catherine doing the very same from the time she was an infant!)
And cute as I am , it’s not what makes this picture so much fun.
Did you see it? I’ll allow that it’s hard to spot amid that loud upholstery.
At the cat.
It seems someone was determined to have a picture of me and Squeaky together, but Squeaky was not ready for her closeup.
I’m not certain, but I’m guessing that’s Mom holding the poor feline still from behind the wing chair.
Are you feeling a little like Squeaky as this work week ends? Me, too.