Ground Hog's Day - 1987

Are you ready to celebrate another birthday on this blog already?
Alrighty, then.  Some tidbits for you.

She made lists to plan her parties.  Lists of invitees.  Lists of presents.  Lists of games to play.  Lists of party favors.  Weeks before the actual day.

But first.....May I re-turn (la, la, la, la) to the be-gin-ning?

IN the beginning,

while we awaited her entrance into the world, the OB/GYN called in the stork team:  about five specialists who stood waiting to take her away the minute her head peeked out.  The only positive sign she gave them was a heartbeat.  So for five extra days after her mother was discharged from the hospital, she had to stay.  And her mother made trips back and forth to feed her.

Hospital gown, fashionable IV and ankle bracelets = evidence that this girl was destined for future employment at... Nordstrom?

Her mother was especially good with a camera even back then.  

Who can find the baby?

 She potty trained herself when she was three.  She's five in this picture. 

I just threw that in.

 Watch her grow into her two front teeth. 

See?  Growing, growing. 

 Almost there.

 Ah.

 She has arrived.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MANDA SUZI!

You light up my life.