Memory Monday

I have always hate, hate, hated my naturally curly hair.
I remember when, a long time ago, I had to go through a major routine
to achieve "somewhat" straight hair. First, I had to roll my wet hair in these big, fat curlers,
as shown in the above picture.

Then I had to sit under one of those huge, hot, hair dryers for over an hour.
It was a long, tedious process.

All I can say now is, "Thank goodness for flat irons."
Mine might well be the most prized item I own!
Where were these things when I was a teenager???

Memory MondayI've been wanting to do a "Memory Monday" for awhile
now. So, I'm starting today!
This is one of my favorite pictures.
It was taken in January, 1994.
In the photo are Mikey (age 5), Me (age 31), and
Greggy (age 3).
We were living at Scott's parents' house (gosh, I miss them)
and waiting to moving into our current home.
All of our stuff was
in their Arizona room. I remember that the boys loved that
their bunk beds were right next to our bed!
With only two children at the time, I was so good about
reading to them every, single night before bedtime.
I'm reading my all-time favorite book, "The Way Mothers Are."
Greg is sucking his thumb and holding his "baby."
And Mikey! Wow! He was such a cuddler. (If that's a word?)
They are now 20 and 18. I miss the little boys they were, but
am proud of the men they are.

*Now, are they not the spitting images of Matty and Sammy? I swear, they are! It's so cool!