Wednesday Whimsy: Photo Flashback: The First 4 Months

I look back at old photos, and have such a hard time being able to visualize the squidgy little newborn as the same Samantha we know today. Her personality certainly hasn't changed much - feisty and willful then, feisty and willful now, only with the added feature of being able to use words and much more capable actions to show us how feisty and willful she is. And boy, does she.

We'd gotten a new digital point-and-shoot in the weeks before Samantha was born, a step up from the digital dinosaur we'd been using.  Somehow I managed to throw just about every photographic convention I'd ever learned from my father and from my classes at the University out the window in favor of  the old, standard snapshots to capture the squirmy little being that had just joined and had already enhanced our lives.

One month old.  I was too scared to bathe her, up until she was big enough to sit on her own in her bathtub.  That, and clipping her nails, were exclusively Steve's jobs.  I didn't even want to change her clothes in the first few days she was home, leaving that to him or anyone else who came around to visit.  How on earth could you make those delicate little arms go into sleeves?  Would this delicate little china doll break if I tried?  Better to pass that massive responsibility on...

At 2 1/2 months old. Wow, where did that red hair go?? 



At 4 1/2 months, on O2 at home after OHS.  It was pretty torturous, and I can only say how grateful we are that it only lasted a few weeks before her sats rose enough to kiss that noisy monstrosity of a machine goodbye.