Kristen from We Are That Family hosts a weekly carnival called "Sincerely Fro Me to You," which I am loving. *EDIT: Ack. The real date for this carnival is tomorrow.*
Basically, people post old pics and comment on them. One of my favorites to visit for this carnival is Tammy of Greek Grits (Girl Raised in the South). She's just a fav read of mine, too. Hi, Tammy! Hope you've got a good one this week! No presh-ah, though!
I'm guessing this is about 1967, which would make me about 5. Yes, I'm still wearing foot-enclosed toddler pajamas at age 5, which make my feet look like the Grinch's. If my mom had her way, I'd still be wearing foot-enclosed p.j.'s today because she firmly believes that chilled feet are the major cause of colds, influenzas, biblical plagues and the fate of Amelia Earhart. To this day, when I go to her house, one of the first things she asks me when we get settled in to visit is, "Are your feet cold?" In fact, "Are your feet cold?" is the new, "So how are ya?"
Needless to say, my feet were never cold; no, they were perpetually sweaty and stinky and screaming to be let out to breathe from inside that horrendous plastic. But I know that Mom never measured love in home-made cookies or sewing lessons. She measured it in foot temperature. And I was loved.
So that was "Baby First Skate" in the pic above, and those are "Baby First Steps" in this pic. That's my next-door neighbor, Susie. We were lovin' our Baby First Steps, who walked like mini-Frankensteins. Please note that we were throwin' down the peace sign because we were cool 4 and 5 year-olds. Well, Susie almost had the peace sign down. I had so much to teach her; why did she move away? Probably moved to a place where their family could go barefoot in the summer without being branded with a scarlet "B" for "Brazenly Barefoot" by the neighbor lady.
And don't even get me started on that sectional sofa. That's a whole 'nother post.