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I have photographs covering our living room wall.  I love the history offered in each picture.  Moments of happiness, accomplishment, and surprise that tell our family story.  One of the centerpieces is a set of shadow boxes with four pictures above them.  There is a shadow box with mementos from our wedding-picture, invitation, some dried flowers.  Then a shadow box for each of our sons contains the first jars of baby food, pictures, and the knitted homecoming cap.  I think it’s a lovely grouping of very significant events, truly the creation of our family.  Above each shadow box is a sixth-month baby photograph of the corresponding person.  Above our wedding box are my husband’s picture and my picture.  Now my sons’ pictures look so much like my hubby’s pictures.  This was intentional.  And it looks adorable.  The three of them are sitting up and in little rompers with big toothless smiles on their faces, dimples decorating their cheeks.  I’m lying on my stomach in a little smocked dress, cowlick already wreaking it’s havoc.  My one eyebrow is raised up, pulling my one eye up a little higher than the other one.

My sons told me last night that they think I look like an evil baby in this picture.  Wasn’t that sweet of them?  I have news for them.  I am evil! Wahahahahahaha!  (Maniacal laugh, maniacal laugh)  No, but if they think I look evil in that picture, wait till they get a load of my hospital newborn picture.  That looks evil.  Big ol’ pointy head, screaming with all my might.  That’s evil.

I took some time to develop my charm.  Sure, I could refer to it now as “natural charm” but truth of the matter is I am happier without a lot of people around.  I work at being jovial around groups.  I suppose I would have done well in a monastery, living a solitary life.  I love spending time with my family and close friends.  I enjoy that.  Because I can simply be me.  I can be myself.  There’s no worrying about social norms.  Social norms are over-rated in my book.

Well, the evil baby has to tuck in her sweet babies.  One of them will fall asleep cuddling his Frankenstein’s monster, mummy, and Creature from the Black Lagoon.  Perhaps that’s my influence.