(March 1981, 9 months)
Don't I look like a happy baby? Well, I probably was. Or maybe I feared that I'd hit my head on the brick wall. See how I'm holding it? This picture was taken at our old house in Winton, the only other permenate residence I've had.
Many a good times were spent in that front yard...
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My beautiful blued eyed blonde cutie. This was just before you stuck you hand in rubbing compound that dad was polishing the Tiger with. Yeah, syrup of Ipicap to make you toss it out of your system. Aren't you a CU T!!!
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