Trevor, you ARE the father!

So we had a nice evening over at Trevor's parents the other day. We watched slides. We have family slides in our family, too, but it's been a long time since we looked at them. Mainly because we have seen them so many times, we have them memorized. Plus, Mom had an album for each of us as we were growing up where she stored pictures of us. But it's not like that in Trevor's family. Albums--well, they just don't exist. Everything is on slides. And there's no way to have them all memorized, because there are THOUSANDS of them. I'm not even kidding. While my family may have the advantage in printed, easily accesible photos from our childhood, Trevor's family has the advantage of good photography. Mom had a way of having us stand in front of some sort of bush or tree in our sunday clothes. I have a MILLION pictures like that. But not a lot of in-action or up-close shots. Plus, poor Mom always had a pretty cheap camera. Add acid-filled albums from the 80's, and well, it's not pretty.

Eek! Is that them building SOUTH TOWNE MALL in the background? Wow.

I love how I'm totally distracted by the cat walking by in this one. Oh, and the socks are awesome too.

Don't get me wrong--I am SO GRATEFUL my mother bothered to take pictures, get the developed, and then put them in albums for us. Pretty ahead of her time if you ask me, in the days before scrapbooking.

Anyway, that's not really what this post is about.

Since Trevor's baby pictures are on slides, this presents a few problems. First of all, they are pretty inaccessible. It is of course possible to scan them or whatever, but this takes timing and planning, and since my father-in-law spent a whole summer organizing them by date a few years ago, he is understandably not very keen on giving you free reighn with them. Can't blame him for that.

Also, Trevor hasn't seen them that much. I'd NEVER seen them. Everyone thought that Afton looked like Trevor when she was born, and now she looks a lot more like me. Well, I couldn't argue. I had no baby pictures of Trevor to compare to, and my own baby pictures are pretty slim. I was the youngest of five--I was lucky I got fed.

So the other day we managed to snag some pictures of a few of Trevor's baby pictures after our slide-fest. And I have wonderful news. In true Maury Povich style:

Trevor, you ARE the father!

But then, there's also this:


















So--she's pretty much exactly like both of us. She definately got his ears, but she's got my eyes. Either way, she's HERSELF and I adore her! (even though right now I keep having to pull her away from the outlets, which we have those kid safety things in, which she has figured out how to pull out...) (And yes, I am flipping the bird in this picture.)