When my mom was here a few days after Emma was born, she brought some old photos of me as a baby that she’d found in one of my grandmother’s photo albums. I glanced through them and then threw them into the office, which in our house might as well be the abyss. That room should be declared a disaster area. Seriously. It’s gotten to the point where we either need to suck it up and deal with the mess or declare the room off-limits entirely. The first option seemed a little more reasonable in the long run, so last night I started sorting through all the crap — and one of the first things I came across were those photos my mom brought.
Everyone — myself included — has said that Emma looks a lot like Jose. But after seeing these photos of me at 3 weeks old (top left) and 6 weeks old (bottom left)…well, I think there might be some of me in our little girl too!
