Babies!

I had the strange thought...

I want to hold myself. Um. Have you ever wanted to go back in time 29 years and hold yourself?

No? Is it just me then? I also wouldn't mind wearing that get up. Right now. Since it's snowing outside. But I'm not a totally weird narcissist. I also want to go back in time and hold my brother.
But that would mean that I would have to deal with my father's impressive mustache so I think I'll just leave well enough alone.

And. Okay. So. Seriously. Don't even get me started on this.

That, right there, makes me want to put a book on my four-year-old's head and forbid him to continue growing. It also makes me want to build a time machine and reside, somewhat permanently, in the fall of 2006. For real. Bestill my ovaries.

Then there's this. My ovaries had absolutely nothing to do with this and they still flop around at the sight. That baby is so delicious it's not even funny.
But it isn't just babies. I want to go back in time and hold dogs too. I wouldn't mind making this thing cuddle with me.

Ah. A girl's first golden retriever. She's been dead for almost 13 years. Sometimes I still miss her ears--but don't tell anyone. It would be embarrassing to admit that you sometimes miss your childhood dog's ears. But they were so soft. Her name was Candy. Because every golden retriever should be named after sugary treats, doncha think? This is why five-year-olds should not name pets.

This last one is not a baby or a fuzzy puppy. It's just Garrett. In a dress. With long blonde hair. Don't believe me, click on it and make it bigger. Cover up the hair.