What with all the babies, the new moms have been asking who their babies look like. Some have thought they looked like strangers. (How could THAT be?!?) But I can reassure you all: the babies look like Miles’ babies. With a few distinctives. You were more than a rent-a-womb. These babies were not fully formed embryos implanted in a garden in the hopes that a perfect man-child would be born. Woe to the garden that let a cold east breeze pass by or gazed upon a montrous animal and thus a female or some other defective monster came to birth. Indeed, the dark hair that doesn’t turn blond in a month must be expressing your genetic code. So, too, are the different mouths and chins. Oh, is that hairline not halfway up the skull? That must be from the mom then. Unfortunately, some of these babies look more like their uncles than their dads. Not to fear. There may be some lovely personality traits that follow. Or odd ones. Depending.
Going really back in time, I’ll put up a long ago shot of my brother and me. I would’ve been about 3 at the time and it looks like he is about 12- 18 months or so.
They used to take pictures the same day babies were born. So T and WJ look a little beat up yet.
Number 3 and that’s a fox not a cat. I don’t know why. It was cutes.
See! Now the babies are looking a little more together.
and Number 5
Now for the fun part – here are the 2-3 month pictures.
Isn’t she adorable?
So, big deal. He gets two pictures. He was cute then. Just think of one of them as the fifth baby and we’re even.
So happy! I made these overalls with leftovers from his dad’s leisure suit. They were both quite dashing and styling!
Unfortunately, Number 5 has no official 3 month pictures. I am sure we would have had one, except I was doing rather poorly after that birth so maybe that was one more thing I neglected. Along with his shots. He did get his shots – finally – by kindergarten.
But to rectify that oversight, we will now post many many pictures that include the fifth.
Look at the hair! It was very stylin’ in those days. And I couldn’t have survived this baby without my sister. And my mom.
Great Grandma N. and all the kids.
Grandpa G’s birthday party in May 1982.
WJM and T. What loving brothers.
This is one of my favorite pictures. A very typical night, too, until T1 got tired of sharing her bed. T2 would’ve still been in the crib so that’s why he’s not part of the puppy pile.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this long ago and far away tour. Hope it helps you figure out who your babies look like!!