Just do your thing, Baby

Alyssa says:  Ha ha where do I start on this one?  I've had a scan of the photo of me (left) for a while waiting for inspiration to blog about it.  What better inspiration than to find this photo of my friend Dar (right) on facebook?  When I was a baby I LOVED photo albums.  I was obsessed.  I would steal them, hide in the corner and  look at them over and over again.  Also I am wearing aspen barrettes and a crisp white shirt (a typical outfit of 26 year old Alyssa).   Dar for obvious reasons is one of my favourite people to photograph (especially in leisure wear basking in the sun).  Look at the little starlet striking a pose.  It amuses me to no end to see us both in diapers (and at our respective childhood coffee tables) doing what we like best.  All this makes me think that very little has changed in 25 years - and that is oddly comforting.

Dar says: My mother sent me this photo and it kinda broke my heart (in a good way). I seemed appropriately oblivious to my dorkiness, proud of it even (which is how my mother raised me, socks n' sandals, and all), doing what Alyssa refers to as a "flourish". Damn right. I said to Alyssa, only moments ago, how I wished these two babies could have been friends way back then. The baby on the right clearly needs an audience, and the baby on the left wants to fill those damn photo albums with something she made herself. One day, they will both get what they want, and even be so lucky as to do it together. 

Not a whole lot has changed today, as I am relaxing in the sun (in questionable attire) while Alyssa is organizing, organizing, organizing her pictures like a maniac. I do not offer help, only random moments of ridiculous behaviour to try and make her laugh.