Today is my baby sister’s 22nd birthday…which means that I am officially old. BUT, it gives me an excuse to chronicle her more formative years on this here little blog.
Look at those little chubby bunny cheeks!!
As you can tell, we had some sweet style. Aaaand she was still chubby.
And she picked her nose nonchalantly. And she bit. Glad she’s out of that stage.
She also shunned clothes for two years during the summer. Glad she’s out of THAT stage too.
That’s when we entered the “pin stage,” as I remember it. I was terrified that I was going to get stuck EVERY TIME, but Becca was happy to wear whatever our Mom stuck on us. This was one of her favorites because Santa could dance. She’s a little special.
This is just plain hilarious.
And so is this. I WASN’T THE BITER, BEC. Stop giving me that look.
Our little nugget was only 8 weeks old, and also a biter. Really runs in the family. Can’t wait to see what Bec’s kids look like.
I have literally no words for this, except for: suspenders.
Happy birthday, kid. You’re an adult, which is only slightly terrifying. I love you and can’t wait to celebrate with you this summer!!!