Me, through the years, and some commentary.

For no good reason (except maybe that I’m up far too late for no, umm, good reason) I give you some pictures of myself through the years.

Me (in the highchair), Megan, and Kami. I was a hoot (so I’m told). Seeing some of my mom’s bread sliced on the table makes me want some. I love toddler playing the piano pictures, particularly in underwear. Me and Dad. Me and Dad. These piggies are so cute, I must say. I think Ethne’s hair is a lot lighter than mine ever was. That was my favorite t-shirt. I think my sister Megan got it for me from Waterton when she worked there. Weird face. Me and Kami. My legs actually look like they have somewhat of a tan… how did that happen? Those were my favorite shoes. I think my dad picked them out for me. He's a good shoe picker. (And nose picker.) How old do I look here? I was in highschool… I think maybe 14 or 15. Me and Kami and Pinky (hooray—I finally got contacts and learned to apply mascara, which has been my faithful friend since (not that you can really tell in this picture)). I loved this shirt. It was a hand-me-down from one of my older sisters (Amy, I think). Brett hated it. It had some kind of African picture on the front. I just liked how comfy it was. When we got married, we each picked one item of clothing of the other’s that they had to throw away. He picked this shirt. It was sad. Not that you can see it in this picture. Me and Wyatt. He was so little then! Now he’s all big and married and has kids of his own. But he still likes to harass me.

Senior picture (except that I never was a senior…but still).

Wedding day (in the hotel, opening a lovely pearl necklace from Megan. Thanks Megan!) . In May. In the years since I got married, I have entered my twenties, learned how to use eyeliner and pluck my brows, slimmed down a little in the face, started getting a some wrinkles, and dare I say—look a little bit more like I’m a real adult. (I like this picture. Brett always mocks me when I take pictures of myself in the bathroom mirror, but you can tilt your head to your best advantage, make sure you’re not doing a lame smile, and hey-I don’t see many other people taking pictures of me. p.s. my skin doesn’t look this nice in real life- I retouch out all my zits.) The end.