Here is another of my early posts. This one has pictures of me as a baby, a kid, and my wedding day. It was called:
Enough about art…
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Let’s talk about Arthur…
Oh lucky you, I found some more old family photographs…
Yep, that’s me… I believe I admitted previously that I was not a particularly cute baby… In fact, I used the words ‘waxy monkey’ if I recall correctly…
My brother Jack seemed fascinated by this new creature that had come to visit… (He had no idea I would be staying for so long)…
Eventually, he resorted to entertaining me just so I would stop screaming for a few minutes…
You can almost hear him asking the Lord for a few minutes of peace…
Hey, in my defense, I might have been crying because they were using my playpen as a storage unit, and not just for me…
Oh, who doesn’t miss those days before child welfare services?…
But, when I finally stopped screaming, Jack and I developed a working relationship…
Or at least an uneasy truce…
This is, I am fairly sure, the origin of the ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ books…
Just so you know, two male children are a safe number to have around… any more than that, and things get weird and dangerous…
See what I mean… That is me and my two younger siblings, experimenting with Islamic fundamentalism, you know, like kids do…
But I decided that if I was going to be a terrorist, I would rather do it alone… (The worst words in the whole world that a kid can hear from his mom are, “Why don’t you let your little brothers play with you and your friends today.” Especially during the summer, when days are long. Nothing personal, Henry and Sid)…
In the end, I opted not to pursue a career in terrorism. Even at that age, I could see that the idea that you could get the world to support your political ideals by hijacking airplanes, or blowing up innocent people seemed a little far-fetched…
I put away my childish dreams and my toy guns… (OK, not really, in my garage I have a collection of the ‘submachine guns of World War Two’ that I made myself from cardboard glued together in layers)… But I grew up… sort of… as people do, and after a few years of seriously crazy adventures that you wouldn’t even believe if I told you… I met a nice girl and I settled down…
Doesn’t Cherilyn look lovely?…
And I told you I clean up real nice…
That is my dad in the background, looking pleased and relieved… If you had asked my parents which kid would get married first, they would not have put any money on me…
And no, I am not hunting rabbits with a pair of thong panties… that is a garter… ( I killed three rabbits and a bobcat with that thing)…
On a side note, remember that I told you that dogs and kids love me… (and not to trust people that dogs and kids don’t like?)… Here is photographic evidence to support my claim…
That is not my kid, and that is not my dog… Notice that only one of them is trying to bite me…
Pouring My Art Out 
Thanks for the trip in the way back machine. Great pics, all.
Thank you…
What a pretty name – Cherilyn! You must be doing something right to keep a pretty lady like her around for so long!
I do two or three things right
What is it about that shirt that the kid finds edible? Did she ever get over the chewing-shirt fetish?
Kids put everything in their mouths…
I’ve noticed eating plastic seems to be particularly popular with the little ones.
Babies are the worst
Hey, your wife’s super-cute! I guess she was slumming that day… As to baby pics, no worries, they all look the same at that stage, right.
no… they don’t… and yes… she was…
I also noticed this time around that you had the box from a case of cartons of Camels in the crib with you!
weird… I never noticed that… and my parents didn’t smoke…
That was a lot of cigarettes. Especially for someone who doesn’t smoke. Maybe moving??
I am sure they just got some empty boxes at the grocery store. I don’t know the whole story of the picture… I was pretty young.
isn’t it weird to look back? How the heck did all this stuff happen? When did I get big? huh. Thanks for sharing (of course I expected exactly that)
I am a big fan of the past.
I love ugly babies.
well played… sigh
You were pretty adorable. I can’t get over how brilliantly blond Jack was and you were a bit of a ginger by the looks of it.
I was very blond also, but those pictures are old now…
Aww, look at your cute baby FACE. So adorable…
oh stop it…
I thought you were being the Three Wise Mean – with guns
Mean? Men!!!!!
I caught that. Have wise men been mean to you in the past?
Only when I was born, the only decent gift I got was gold, who needs francincense and myrrh. They should have bought me a gift voucher instead.
To Sodom and Gomorrah… HA!!!
I had to Wikipedia this, sounds cool, I should give the Bible a go sometime, I like a book with a good plot
It is an okay book… it warms up a little in the second half.
A slow burner then, meh, I like a book to have grab me from the beginning. Has no one re-written it with some added pizazz yet?
It has genocide, cruelty, incest, war, slavery, drama, murder, love and lust, a god who squishes people like bugs… and you want pizazz???
Maybe it needs to open with a show tune
We should write it as a musical.
Nathan Lane as Jesus?
or Karl Pilkington…
You know everyone off British telly
Yes I do.
Someone said I looked like him once. The person who said that is an asshole
yes… he was
three wise mean… ha! I don’t really remember what we were playing at.
I like you improvised with dressing gowns
well of course you do… I look so Lawrence of Arabia…
at bedtime
He had to sleep sometime
Cool. Liked it. You should now make this moments eternal. Check out our lifewall.org site we are trying to start. Post the moments that you want to be eternal, historical.
I will check that out