An Old Picture of Dr. Peds

I think I need to dust my scanner.  Yikes.

My husband was cleaning through some boxes Sunday evening and came across a sheet what we think are his eleventh grade pictures.  We both giggled.  This is very much how my husband looked when I first spotted him in the first week of our first year at college.  It even captures his surly look, but doesn't show how almost inhumanly skinny and tall he was.  I thought he was a drug addict when I saw him carrying his stuff into our dorm, and made a mental note to stay AWAY from him.  God has a sense of humor, though, and by the end of the year we were friends.  In the beginning of our sophomore year I had a dream he was the Easter bunny, which resulted in me thinking about him a lot, and actually falling head over heals for him.  The end of our sophomore year we were dating, and the end of our junior year we were engaged, and the end of our senior year we were married.  

I showed this picture to Mr. Sneaky Pants, and he thought it was me.  Then he said he wanted to grow his hair like Dad's.  

I showed this picture to Sarah and she asked why he was wearing a choir robe for his school picture.  (He's not).  

In other news, Dr. Peds decided to start his own blog.  He's been threatening to do this for a long time, claiming he needed his own online space to set the story straight.  He's also been threatening to fill his blog space with quotes from me.  He has an uncanny knack for taking things I say completely out of context and making them mean something they completely DON'T.  So, read it, but don't believe it. At least not all of it.  He's already started referring to me as "Mrs. No-Cook-in-my-Kitchen."  The writing advocate inside of me can't help but to encourage blogging, even if it gets crazy.  You'll find a link to the blog over in the sidebar.  Enjoy.