My plan for tonight was to go through some old pictures of the kids to see how they’ve changed from when they were wee babes. Unfortunately, the way I have my photos stored on an external drive makes it impossible for me to see them without opening each one individually. All 5893 of them.
So, I decided to play Russian Roulette with the photo list. Since they all are named something like DSC00892, I had no idea what I’d pull up. So here is the result of that little game.
The Muse, probably a little younger than BoyWonder. She was a smart little whipper snapper.
The Muse again, discovering dirt. (Incidentally, this was at the Baha’i Summer School where Havarti and I met when we were kids.)
Dolittle, discovering food. Funny enough, she still eats like that.
I debated sharing this one, but Russian Roulette is a risk, and I chose to take it. Here’s Dolittle in my belly, and that’s a wee Muse just to the right of my impressive saddlebags.
View of the outer wall of the former prison city of ‘Akka, Israel. Havarti and I went there during our pilgrimage in 2007.
Pretty Mr. Pearson, The Muse’s old orchestra instructor. My friend, P-Diddles and I used to just sit and watch Pretty Mr. P. He was wonderful with the kids. 
Aw, the sisters. And such a cute little crocheted hat! 
Me and Dolittle. What a little baldy she was.
Gross. Sorry. Russian Roulette. This was our fish, Princess, who was a cheap little feeder goldfish we won at a party. She lived for three years, despite us not feeding her when we went on vacations and her bowl sometimes looking like this. She was like a diehard superfish.
Me and The Muse at grandma’s house in CA. She was three, and my only baby at that point. Dang, that feels like a lifetime ago. And yet, she seemed that little just yesterday.
Well, that was fun. Off to bed.
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I knew you’d like that. 🙂
I just got a special little thrill upon seeing Pretty Mr. P. He’s so beautiful and wonderful. I wish he could lead a cheaper, closer orchestra.