This is Saskia's sister, Molly, taking over the blogging helm with an uninvited guest post. Saskia was in Florida for 10 days (no doubt she will soon regale you with tales of 35 degree weather, trips to the ER, and other such tropical vacation delights), with no access to the internet. She returned home from such a luxurious getaway only to get up the next morning at 3 a.m. and head off to a weekend-long Bible Study Fellowship retreat. Last I checked, Dean and the girls were engaged in their typical mom's-away activities: pizza + pop + animated movies on the parental bed.I would hate to have her readership flail in these long & dark days without a fresh post. Thus some sister pictures that I found this week on an old CD. Would that I had electronic versions of our later bespectacled & permed years.
Saskia (circa age 4) with her little leprechaun, er, sister. I wonder who got the short end of the outfit stick.
I'm not sure Saskia's suspenders really needed to have hiked the shorts up that far.
Saskia's forlorn look says that I am likely tagging along while she tries in vain to taste sweet freedom from her little sister. Whatever Saskia did, I did. Although now that I think about it, this mostly worked to her advantage, like when we would play school and she got to be the teacher, lounging at her desk reading a Nancy Drew, while I dutifully did math problems and practiced penmanship.
More big-wheel fun. I think I see where new-and-improved Molly gets her shoulder-scrunching camera pose.
I sure loved my sister (still do). Notice the strange culinary combination of salad & ice cream.
We must be in a hotel room, because Saskia & I have almost no memories of watching TV when we were younger. We were occasionally allowed to stay up and join my parents for a show that they deemed educational or culturally edifying, although one has to question whether the scene where King Lear's eyes are gouged out by his daughter is, in fact, all that instructive for the 8-and-under set.
A rare photogenic moment, at least where our feathery locks are concerned.
