I’m linking my post up to Kirsty from My Home Truths today and the terrifying prompt for the week is an expose of our worst photos.
Cripes! I thought. So many to choose from...
When I turned a certain age ending in a zero, my hubby Scotto made a slide show presentation of my life thus far, and he created a special folder entirely made up of Pinky Poinker images.
He thoughtfully named the folder, “Pinky Through the Ages”.
Through the fricken ages?? What am I? Seven hundred years old?
Perusing the photos in order to write this post, it suddenly occurred to me that the most unappealing photos of me were taken just prior to giving birth to my five kids. Let’s face it. No one is at their best when they’re at their fattiest boombahish.
It might also be cautiously observed I am no longer married to the photographer concerned.
Just saying.
So here is what I was able to discover among the ruins.
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Please do not be alarmed by the beer in one hand and wine glass in the other. This was taken about a week before I gave birth to Jonah and he has just graduated in law, so if you don't believe me that the photo was a joke then at least the child concerned didn't suffer any permanent brain damage. N.B. None that interfered with his academic ability anyway.
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Through the fricken ages?? What am I? Seven hundred years old?
Perusing the photos in order to write this post, it suddenly occurred to me that the most unappealing photos of me were taken just prior to giving birth to my five kids. Let’s face it. No one is at their best when they’re at their fattiest boombahish.
It might also be cautiously observed I am no longer married to the photographer concerned.
Just saying.
So here is what I was able to discover among the ruins.
Please do not be alarmed by the beer in one hand and wine glass in the other. This was taken about a week before I gave birth to Jonah and he has just graduated in law, so if you don't believe me that the photo was a joke then at least the child concerned didn't suffer any permanent brain damage. N.B. None that interfered with his academic ability anyway.
This was in the delivery room about an hour before the pugnacious Padraic, pushed his blonde head out into the world. The calm before the storm.
Two days before Thaddeus was born, my face and ankles were puffy and sitting on that hard concrete step made me feel as though my innards were about to fall out, hence the wince. I'd put on twenty kilograms with my first pregnancy through a steady intake of chocolate coated raisins.
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And just as a treat I'll finish off with this weird scared little guy expression I'm wearing right after Hagar was born.
Though it just goes to show how photographs lie...
giving birth to my five children were the happiest times in my life.
