My dad says that there is no way that I could remember when my brother was born. This is probably true, but I have a vague memory of being in a huge hallway and waiting around for hours... with 'Uncle Al and Aunt Aiko' keeping tabs on me. They were family friends, not actual relatives. Maybe it's a pretend memory, I don't really know. More than likely I guess since I don't remember anything else about him until we moved to Rhode Island and even those memories are pretty sketchy.
There are no cute stories about Don being born with hair all over his body... or there being a zoo across the street. He never did anything as awesome as spewing spinach through his nose either. Man how boring. I don't have anything to tease him about as far as his actual birth and first 6 months goes. This makes me sad... but then I remember all the stuff that happens in Connecticut and I get happy again. heehee!
The only thing of note that I think happened in his first year was that he (and mom) found out what happens when someone NOT me sits in my rocking chair. We have a picture of me rocking Don in this chair and he looks to be about 6 months oldish. I'm thinking the picture was taken before the 'incident' because he looks pretty happy to be sitting in MY chair. I'm told that I sat there and rocked the chair nicely until the grown-ups stepped into the kitchen for a minute. Then the chair inexplicably rocked all the way forward and dumped him on his stupid baby face. He cried a lot, the whiner. Mom didn't leave him in my chair alone any more. Don't know why, I'm sure it wouldn't have happened again....
Next time - How does Santa know that you moved?
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