Brittany, age 1... roughly.
In case no one saw my mom's comment from yesterday, I will relay what she said in regards to her thinking I was an unattractive baby. "...you left out the part that I thought you soon grew out of it once the baby acne , etc. and I just thought you were a doll." Sorry mom, I didn't mean to make it sound like you were a bad mother for calling me ugly. Which, even if you disagree, I still think I was. Since the next thirty-days are all about me, I won't hesitate to say what a cute 1 to 3-year-old I was. Maybe it's the toe-head blonde hair?
Day 2 Festivities: Waxing Relief Society Garden Party (my original appointment was canceled)
Something about me: Coincidently, the activity at the RS Garden Party tonight was to write a fact about yourself. So I'll just reuse what I shared with the ladies at the party. I love giving human traits to inanimate objects. Perhaps this stems from when I was little and my mom used to make the leftover food on my plate whimper, as if it were sad that I wasn't eating it. Needless to say, it worked, I couldn't bare the thought of "letting down" my food. Today, I feel sorry for a blanket that's not being used, a coat that's been overlooked, or a dying plant. Wyatt and I have even gone as far as adding googley eyes to our kitchen appliances. Love it! Something else I equally love is giving human traits to animals. Yep, I'm one of those that loves the website I Can Haz Cheezburger.
2 comments:
That's you at your first birthday party--eating your cake and inhaling it, too. So, not "about" but WERE exactly 1 year old!
Still doing same as far as the world having lives and personalities! You were a quick learner on that one!
Love, Momma
that picture of you on your birthday is so cute....AND some things never change. HA!
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