This is a photo of my daughter, Brigid, when she was two years old. It’s Christmas time and I’m guessing she was eating truffles that my sister, Katie, had made.
Have you ever seen a more miserable looking kid? Oh my gosh, I laugh every time I see this photo. She’s got the chocolate, milk (with a straw because she’s at grandma’s house), her plug and she looks like she is coming down off some really bad shit.
The other day I was looking for photos for my sisters’ birthday blog and I found this photo:
That’s me. No idea what is going on other than that tiny woman in the background is my mother. This photo was developed in November 1966 which means my brother John was less than 6 months old and that’s what my mom looks like. Sigh. I didn’t get those genes.
Anyway, isn’t that funny? Funny peculiar not funny haha. Brigid and I both wearing red, both clearly not well after a serious wrestling match with some chocolate.
This isn’t much of a blog but such an odd coincidence or at least, it is to me.
Have you ever had these sorts of weird connections over time with your kids? or ancestors?
Is it just me? It is? OK. I’ll go do some laundry.