 At 18 months, the little girl above had no idea how her life would play out.  Mom and me. As the first of four kids, I feel fortunate to have some documentation of my early life recorded in writing by my Mom (unfortunately my siblings don't have this). According to what Mom wrote down in The Book Of Baby Mine, I came into the world weighing 8 pounds 12 oz and was 20" long. The first thing my Mom said after giving birth was, "I'm glad it's over!" The doctor said, "She's close to 9 pounds, so big, so fat with pretty blue eyes."
The booklet my Mom wrote in had me laughing in parts. At 2 months and 2 weeks I apparently went downtown with my parents, Mom wrote, "...never take her downtown again." LOL... not sure what I did but I could guess it involved crying and/or some screaming. Typical baby stuff. Mom was 18 (my Father was 20) when she gave birth to me, so everything was a new experience. On my first birthday, my Mom made a huge chocolate cake with pink frosting and I didn't seem too thrilled. Well, at least I'm consistent there because I don't enjoy cake all that much to this day. At one, my most valued possession was an old pipe my Dad gave me. One of my favorite pastimes then was looking at a Sears or JC Penney's catalogs trying to decide which toys I was going to buy - proof I've always been a dreamer. At 7 months old I would "yell & holler" when music came on and get really excited. When there was music on the Television, I would clap my hands and sway. Mom wrote that I liked, "anything with a good beat." To this day - I still love music. If it has a beat, I've got to move. At 13 months I would turn on the radio and tune in a station (I wanted to but, Mom wouldn't let me play with the phonograph). At 18 months I was completely potty trained and could carry a tune. At 19 months Mom wrote that I talked like a 3 year old. At 20 months, I would pretend I was reading. At 2 years of age I was interested in animals, music, singing, dancing, drawing and coloring in books. At 2-1/2" I could pick up almost any song that I heard on the radio. Overall, I was a happy, curious and imaginative kid, and apparently... one who also liked to pretend that she was an Indian. Where that came from, nobody knows. Thankfully, I don't recall any of that and haven't continued it. Mom wrote that I preferred to play with older boys. My cousin Duane was 4 years older than me and could get too rough at times. On the other hand, my older neighbor Scott was afraid of me. Of course, I had to ask but it was far too long ago for my Mom to recall the story behind the sentence. She did write that once school started, I absolutely loved it and didn't want to talk about anything else. Hardly a surprise to me since I still recognize and fully embrace my love of learning. Thanks to my Mom for recording some enlightening trivia from my early years. It seems that I had an early leaning toward living a creative life! - Shelly
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