I’m pretty lucky, I grew up with a photographer as a mom — meaning I have some pretty sweet photos of my childhood. My dad says they’re all staged and forced, but I don’t really care. My mom was working with film and two little girls, forced or not I have some sweet photos of me from a baby to awkward teen. My mom brought me a CD full of photos from my childhood and last night I was able to go through all of them. Every once in awhile I see a similarity between my girls and me, a smile, a curl — some chubby knees. My mom says my youngest looks like her, my mother-in-law says she looks like her and my sisters-in-law.
I had Addie when I was 22, Vivi when I was 29.
Regardless of who they look like, they look pretty darn adorable to me. (Even more adorable than my goofy self, that’s for sure.)
Find more of Casey’s writing on her blog moosh in indy or her Babble Voices site Shutterlovely. She’s also available on twitter, facebook, flickr and Instagram. If you can’t find her any of those places? Check the couch, she’s probably taking a nap.