Blast from the Past

More NYC photos are coming, but for now, something a little different.

A couple of weekends ago, I went through some old hard drives (think 1995-2003).  I promptly passed out on the floor when every single drive I tried roared to life (and I do mean roar - sheesh - how did we get anything done with those puppies mimicking a 747 on takeoff?) and displayed a treasure chest of old photos, drawings, and oh, the best.. old AutoCAD renderings of staplers, lawn chairs, and clocks from engineering school.

It was a task that's been on my personal project list for quite a while, and I had a blast going through ancient photos as I made sure everything was freshly backed up.

Among other things, I came across these old scans of some baby photos of Matt and I.

The look on my face is the same look that appears on roughly 60% of photos of me from that age.  In this particular case, perhaps I was angry that I had to watch my sister's clogging performance from a pile of topsoil (or might it be birdseed?) when I wanted to be at home watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (siiiilver and golld, siiilver and golld) for the 453rd time.  Perhaps I wanted braids that day instead of a stylin' side pony.

Actually, the most likely explanation is that I was straight up miffed that my dad made me wear socks with my sandals.

Oh, and despite what my shirt says, I did not, in fact, love clogging.

Now, for Matt's photo (he's the one on the right, looking into the lens)  please direct your attention to the top of his head.  Most of you are aware that Matt sports a head of coarse, dark, extremely curly hair.

Someone please tell me where this lighter brown mop of shiny, wavy, long hair went?  If he tried to rock a 'do like that today, he'd have an 8-inch afro that could eat small children.

But.. ain't he cute?  *giggles*