A Jen Too Many

That's right! The vacuum is a major appliance, too. Silly me. I guess it felt left out? That makes three broken appliances this week. Who cursed me?

We'll see if this works.

Posting through my phone because the computer is not currently working. Neither is the oven, which needs a new element.

I am seriously considering replacing the water heater as a preemptive strike, as it is the only major household appliance we have not had to repair in the last year, and it is probably only a matter of time.

(I do NOT like trying to type on a cell phone keyboard.)

We will be offline for an indefinite period.

I am living in terror. Now that everything from the car to the fridge has gone kaput, what's next? An alien invasion?

The fat little guy on the left grew up to be the father of my children (who looked very much like this when they were babies.) No idea who the other baby is. A cousin? A friend? I'd also love to know whose hand that is he's holding. I'm guessing his mother.

Judging from what I saw the girls do when they were babies, that lopsided grin on his face means he's concentrating on something very interesting. He also looks like they did when they were still learning to sit up - I can just see him getting all side to side wobbly like babies do just before they fall backward.

I've been trying to see if I can see a trace of the adult in the baby, but nope. All I see is a baby, completely interchangeable with any one of his children.

To see other vintage photos check out Paper Dolls for Boys.

The context: Driving past the local high school and the technical institute next door.

Oldest Girl Child: (pointing to technical institute) When will I go to that school?

Mommy: Well, that depends on what classes you take in high school. Some classes are over there, like if you want to learn to be a mechanic.

OGC: What school do you go to if you want to cut hair?

Mommy: (firmly) First you have to graduate from high school. Then you can go to a beauty college.

YGC: What school do you go to be a princess?

Mommy: Oh, you don't go to school for that, sweetie. You have to be born a princess. Or marry a prince.

YGC: (extreme disappointment)