Archive | January, 2011

Love for Childhood

18 Jan

I meant to post this blog while I was still in Nebraska. However, I was in Nebraska. Which meant that I was hanging out with my parents and being cold and playing with the turkey that lives in our neighborhood. (For all you people out there who have your stereotypes about Nebraska, this is not the norm. I don’t live on a farm, I have never shucked (husked?) corn, or milked a cow, and we do not have pet turkeys. Except for Edna. She is the exception.)

Edna, the neighborhood turkey.

But I digress. The point is, I was at home and didn’t want to do anything else. Then, I got back to Austin, and promptly began my new obsession – a Canon Rebel T1i with a 50mm f1/8 lens. There will many a blog post to come with pictures from that bad boy.

But enough excuses.

A few months ago, my parents purchased a kickass scanner. This was great news, because now I get to inundate you guys with pictures from my childhood. Warning: you may think these are less cute than I do. However, I don’t really care.

Here we go.

Alright Sparky, here's the deal.

(I laugh out loud every time I see that picture.)

Reason #1 my parents rule – when my mom went out to find a little pink dress for me to wear for my first pictures, she instead bought this outfit.

Keepin' it classy.

(Yes, that’s a piccolo.) My mom said, “You know, I thought – she can wear little pink dresses for the rest of her life. I’m buying her a tux.” And with it came a slew of incredible pictures, all proving the absolute genius of Mom and Dad.

My first baton.

My first composition.

My piano debut.

My first...champagne?

It explains so much, doesn’t it?

I also used to make a lot of faces. (Used to? Yeah, I still make a lot of faces. They’re just less cute now.)

The many, many faces of Elizabeth Love.

As a child, I also seemed to misplace things a lot.

Helloooooo?

And I have always been so very close to my parents.

Cuddles.

Love you, Momma.

So much love.

Just sittin', waitin' for the mail.

Reason #2 my parents rule – their wicked photography skills.

Almost...

Favorite.

Almost done, promise. I just wanted to share the loveliness that was my childhood. Being an only child definitely shaped who I am (as my close friends will attest to quite readily), and it, along with a wonderful upbringing, has made me terribly close to my parents. They are such an important part of my life, and I really have no earthly idea what I would do without them.

Cue….another list!

Things I learned from looking through pictures from my childhood:
1. I am significantly less adorable than I used to be.
2. My parents are the best people ever, and also KILLER photographers.
3. Everyone should dress their child in things that said child will never wear in his or her future.
4. I make all the same faces I did when I was a kid. All of them.
5. Once a ham, always a ham. (Not the meat.)

Thanks for playing. Hope it made you smile.

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