This is Ben, when he was 8 months old (he was 2.5 when I started this blog). I adore the eagerness of baby eaters, but the mess! The mess! I do not miss it. That highchair was an ugly model from the 80s, found in the trash in my parents' alley. We later replaced it with a groovy vintage metal one.
Genevieve and Ben visiting Great-Grandpa Allen. In a little bit, they would hop on his walker seat and he would push them around. Grandpa Allen has passed on, but Genevieve still has some dear memories of him.
Daddy and Genevieve made truffles together when Ben was an infant (so she would have been just 3 in this photo) and this was Daddy's solution for keeping her clean-ish. She was as happy as a little pig in mud.
And here is a sweet, sweet old photo from my childhood. That's me in the back on the right, looking like middle school, I think. My brother is in the dark blue shirt, little Virginia cousins down front. And in the middle, my friends, is Grandma Weaver (and Grandpa, too, but she is epic). My aunt says this photo was taken at their house in Virginia, but I have no memory of it.
How happy to be lifted out of my pressing business and long lists and wafted into the past where we take photos of the happy times! I feel a bit more centered as I take up the work again.