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Tag…. We’re It!!!

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We were tagged by the Dirks, but instead of posting 10 fun facts about ourselves, I thought I’d post 10 random never-before-posted pictures. Enjoy the break from the usual Sam Fest.

This is my Grandma. I think she was in college here… isn’t she sassy? She & my Grampa live in Michigan now and I think they read the blog– hi guys!

This is my favorite picture of Celia Kulp. Ever. She had just come home from the Elephant Parade and was demonstrating for Jake how her foot could be used as a telephone. Awesome.

Jake’s m&m guy. I think it’s dead on. Except for the missing nose.

We were in Michigan last summer and my brother forgot to pack his bathing suit. So my Grandpa graciously lent his. Nice legs.

On Celia’s second birthday, I drew a chalk drawing of her on their back patio. What’s the big deal? IT’S STILL THERE, and she turns FOUR in January. That’s some industrial chalk.

St. Patrick’s Day, 2006. Carrie’s cake was very special.

When Jake took this picture in NOLA, just after the hurricane in 2005, we were driving this very car, a 1996 Saturn.

Jake found a best friend on our 2006 DC trip to see the Stofers.

Our last picture as a family of 2 before Sam arrived.
And before they started the pitocin.

This one makes me feel wintery all over.

There you have it. I’m not gonna tag anyone else- sorry- I just can’t get past the chain letter memories of fifth grade. But I hope you enjoyed the randomness.

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2 thoughts on “Tag…. We’re It!!!

  1. thanks for indulging…it was excellent

  2. You gotta love that foot phone…A forever memory.

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