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Well I can't really post pictures, but I can describe one:

I was seven months old when the picture in question was taken. I was under my famous white, yellow and green blankie, crawling out and smiling. It's a lot like a photo of my dad when he was that young. Like father like daughter!

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My first word was cookie

I was born in a snowstorm at 4:23 AM on January 13th, 1994

 
I was born on April 4th 1995, 7:30 PM....

I had no problems thankfully... my mom says my first word was either "meow" or "cat". lol.

Can't find any pictures right now o_O

 
I was born June 12 1997 at 1:33 (or maybe it was 1:23) A.M.

I had really curly hair. I don't know what my first word was, but when I was little I was REALLY evil. Here is a story then a picture:

When I was about 2 I could walk. (this was in our old house) I took one of those huge cake or meat cutting knives out of the drawer and ran around with laughing evily.

Me in our new house. Probably about 4 or 5 at the time

 
I was born October 17, 1995 at 6:47pm. I was 7 pounds, 14 ounces, and 21 1/2" long

I was basically bald untill I was about 2 1/2. I had little hair. It grew in blone and really curly, and that frightens me because I am naturally a dark brunette right now xD

I cried once because I didnt want to turn 4 (or 5, I forget) o.o

 
I was born on August 21, 1995, the time ranging somewhere from 9 to 10 AM, I'm not quite sure..

My grandma cried when I was born because apparently I looked exactly like my dad (he was a chubby baby too?!) and the fact that I have the same name as her only contributed to the buckets of tears. ;P

Ohyes, I was teh uber chubby baby, but in the cute way. My mom has a picture of me sleeping hanging IN OUR HALLWAY so anybody who comes into our home and has to go to the bathroom can see me in all my chubby baby glory..

I learned to crawl faster by someone leaving a Cheetoh on the floor.

My first word was probably Mommy, Daddy, or Grammy.

I giggled almost all throughout my parents' wedding because my grandma took my bottle and put it in her mouth and wouldn't let me have it back. Then Kirsten threw a fit in the middle of the isle because they wouldn't let her swim in the pool outside and I just stared at her like she was the naughty child.

I went through a horrible "MINE" phase when my parents got back together and brought my older sister into the picture. All of her toys and mine were mine for a week before I got yelled at and learned to share. D;

I was mean to my mother. I always bit and tried to headbutt her before she moved out of the way once and let me smack my head on a cabinet.

I used to have to touch everything, but usually only when she told me not to. And I would only touch it with one finger and pet whatever it was. :3

There are a ton more. x3

 
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