a wee flashback

You've already seen the series of pictures I took this fall of the boys and their cousins on the red bench, but I've never shown all the others from our little walk-around-the-neighbourhood session.

Xavier, age 8:

Liam, age 7:

Rowan, age 5:

Simon, age 3 1/2:

Andrew, age 1 1/2:

Xav and Rowan:

My less-than-cooperative boys:

All five:

My younger sister with all her nephews:

In an abandoned lot... thankfully there were no needles on the ground (I'm not kidding),

At this point, most of them had had ENOUGH. Liam's eyes were bothering him from keeping them open in the bright light, Rowan had a terrible almost-constant cough, Andrew was having a meltdown, and Simon had a fever and -we would learn later that night- the beginnings of strep throat. Poor guys.

Here we are back at my sister and brother-in-law's place... I think I'd bribed them with cookies or jelly beans or similar to make them stay for a few more shots.

Since we only make it out to Regina once a year (if we're lucky... once we start getting three year postings, it will be even less frequently), I hope that we can repeat these little sessions... although our next planned trip isn't until this Christmas when there will not only be three new babies, but likely feet and feet of snow and ice... we might need to find some alternate locations!

(more flashbacks can be found over at Tia's and Alicia's)

flashback... grad '97

Yeah! Lent is over! I can play Flashback again!!

And this year, we're traveling back to '97. To the year that Peter and I graduated from high school. Yes, we went together. We did all the typical grad type things (we don't call it "prom" here it Canada... at least not where we lived): Peter bought me a corsage, we drove in a limo with friends, he wore a three piece suit and  a tie (that we still have in the back of our closet somewhere!) and me? Well I wore a flapper dress. A custom made flapper dress that my mom and a friend sewed for me out of yards and yards of green fringe.

It was fabulous.

And I wore a headband with a giant faux gemstone and a green plume feather.

I was fabulous.

What a lucky guy that Peter was! Who wouldn't want to go to grad with a vision in green fringe??

And tellyouwhat, all those girls in their hundreds of dollars worth of fluff and poof and fancy fabrics HAD NOTHING ON ME AND MY FRINGE on the dance floor. Look at it move!! (And look at how thin my arms were! And how big my chin looks!? I promise it doesn't look like that in real life!)

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