Blasts From the Past

For whatever reason, I enjoy old pictures. I was going through our scanned pictures earlier today and found a few that I thought I'd share.

This is a classic picture of me from grade 8. One of my friends, I don't remember which one, did the old, "Hey, Laura!" and I whipped around and CLICK goes the camera. I don't know how many pictures I have of my friends in similar poses. Why we did it, I don't know.

This is my sister Leann with my great grandma, whom I never met. If you look closely, you'll see that Leann's face has a box around it. That's because someone tried to cut her face out of it and my mom freaked out because that's one of the only pictures we have of great grandma.

I smile whenever I come across this picture. Chet holding his baby brother Mick.

I always used to skip over this picture because it's just of a baby in a car seat. But Chet pointed out that he, himself, had positioned Mick's blanket in such a way that he looks like a butterfly and then took a picture. So now it makes sense and this picture also makes me smile. What 11 year old thinks to do that?

I rub my neck whenever I look at this picture.

My favorite picture of my mother-in-law and Chet's sister Sasha. Two lovely ladies.

My third birthday. Complete with a bowl-cut haircut. And my sisters Carrie and Heather and I had matching outfits on. Multiples. I believe the polka dot shirts came with black skirts and red, stretchy bands around our middles. And I think I've posted this picture before but can't remember exactly where. So here it is again.

My mom and dad. Always so lovey-dovey. Embarrassingly so, especially right in front of my friends. But we always knew they loved each other.

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