Flashback Friday

For this installment, I went ALL out because Ginmommy has thrown the gauntlet DOWN & I have to step up my game because I heart all you stalkers.  You are about to see what I like to call:  

Me.  Butterfly.  And the stupid cute stuff we did.

My grandma used to tell me that when mom dropped me off at her house to go have Butterfly that I cried.  And then she would say, "And if you had known what she was coming home with you never would've let her leave."  (Man, I miss my grandma....)  Mom gave us first & middle names that started with the same letter. so our initials were exactly the same.  Now-while you're probably thinking, "oh, that's so cute!" UHM NO.  It was annoying.  We'd go to painting classes & the teacher would say, "OK, kids - put your initials on the bottom of your work."  Sigh.  

Butterfly & I would just look at each other & then decide who would do JDB & who would just do JB.

I love this pic of me with crazy eyes (makes you wonder what I was thinking...) & little, innocent, baby Butterfly helpless in that swing...  

I was 16 months old when he was born.

  (And just in case you've forgotten - Butterfly has an actual name.  It's Jeremy...)

Yea, just standing around in the rain... looking cute...

Hanging out in the ghetto pool..me mouth wide open...some things never change...

Playing with huge tires is fun...& not dangerous at ALL.

Oh, you wanna carry stuff on a couch cushion whilst wearing your dads boots & your brother wears a funny hat?  Eh, at least you look cute...

Fun Easter egg hunt & posing with your loot...while your brother wears no pants...

Get an upgrade to the ghetto pool, your brother's wearing a bucket on his head & it APPEARS that you could - just maybe- be bossing him around which is COMPLETELY out of character.

Can you guess whose dad chewed/dipped/smoked/had an intravenous drip of tobacco?  

Child abuse?  

(I think this is Butterfly but I'm not sure.  We both looked very cute similar.)

Dad had motorcycles when we were little.  I'm really actually shocked he let us touch it.  

Question-why am I mostly naked & Butterfly has on a shirt?!  Also-notice whose in the drivers seat?

Just hanging out on the wood pile...

I couldn't get the rest of these to not be sideways.  Hmph.

A rare moment where dad is actually doing something with us.  And by doing something, I mean pretending we exist by holding us.

 Again on the motorcycle.  He must not have been home & mom posed us.  At least I've got all my clothes on.   Butterfly was destined to ride motorcycles.

 Doesn't everyone sit most of the way naked on fabulous orange & burnt sienna patch-worked couches?

This HAD to have been moms favorite time of ANY day....