Ah, to be a kid again

This is probably my favorite photo of my son...taken more years ago than I prefer to think about.  The truck he's sitting in actually belonged to me.  One of the best Christmas gifts I ever received as a child.  It ran on batteries and would go forward, in reverse, the wheels could be turned with the little steering wheel inside, and best of all, it would really dump.  I played with that truck for years and years, then saved it for the day I'd have kids of my own.  And then Tiny Tot destroyed it.  As a child David couldn't tolerate a sticker on anything.  He'd start tearing off the decals while waiting in line to pay for a toy.  I can remember when he bought himself a Nissan Pathfinder.  You wouldn't have known what it was if you saw him driving it because I swear he removed every emblem, be it metal, plastic or adhesive.  What's up with that?

This was another favorite photo, only because he's wearing his little hogwashers.  He always kept his hands tucked inside them, just as he's doing here.

Labor Day weekend I had some of my family over for a cookout and David had these old photos on a disc for me to download, including a few of my grandson shortly after he was born.

Now that's a keeper if I ever saw one, simply because of that goofy hat.  Am I right?  Next weekend they're having family photos taken because he's 6 months old as of today.  Can it really have been six months ago that he was born?  Have mercy.  Time flies whether you're having fun or not.

I know, it's shocking, but yes, that's my high school portrait.  Back then I thought I knew everything, so in that respect, nothing's changed.  I still think I know pretty much everything.  And of course, I didn't then and I certainly don't know.

But I do know that I'm a happy little camper most of the time.  So here's a huge thank you to my family and friends who keep me laughing.

And here's to being a kid again.