My mom says I was born without any doctor in the room, but they had the table down already, I'm not sure if there was any nurses I believe they where out as well though. My mom can't remember how I was as a baby since she had 6 kids and I'm in the middle, she says it's easier to remember the first and last children born. Oh and to top it off all of my baby pictures where burnt in a fire so i have absolutely no reference. She says that when I was two I use to draw jellyfish-like shapes on the wall with crayons and my brothers and sisters would get in trouble because she could never believe I could manage to do something like that so she though they where just blaming me for anything.

I always loved to draw even before I knew it I guess. :P

Aparently I cried when strangers looked at me. Imagine my poor mom in the grocery store with a two and three year old and then me in the buggy. A stranger walks up and is like. "Ooooh. Shes so cute. Goochie goochie goo!" =^_^= Then baby me goes -eye wobble- "WAAAAHHHHHH!" ><;;

Its actually kinda funny. xD

I was a really cute shy blonde haired girl, which is strange cause now Im a really ugly, loud, redhead. xD

But ah. Such is life. :'3

A yum chum baby

my mom said that i was a quiet and disturbing baby so i would say that i was a normal baby
i am watching that so 70's show and kelso found his stash

Hmm...Me?Well,apparently,I was nocturnal,I would wake up just about every night and make my Mom walk around the house singing the ABC song to me...(Small wonder then that I learned to read early!)Almost every time my parents put me in the bathtub for a bath,I would poop in it,then they'd take me out,wipe me off,refill the bathtub,put me back in it,and suprise suprise,I would poop again,and we'd go thru the whole thing two or three times.I think I used a binky untill I was five,or something.Can you tell I'm writeing this at two in the morning?

When my mother’s water broke she told me she could feel her contractions, but they didn’t hurt her at all. As if I must have been laying in the perfect position that disabled her nerves from acting as pain receptors to her contractions.

My birth was a bit difficult despite that, though. At 8:13pm on Wednesday, November 22nd, 1989 the doctors made her stop pushing because my umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck a couple times. If I’d been fully pushed out I would have strangled. By the time they’d fixed the problem my mother’s contractions stopped with me lodged in the birth canal, crowning. The contractions didn’t begin again until two hours later and I was successfully birthed as a screaming, female neonate.

In the first few years of my life I had my flaws and quirks. One flaw was the blood-curdling screech that emanated from my tiny throat whenever I didn’t get my way. Also, when I began eating solid foods I started out by eating off of my mother’s, grandmother’s, and grandfather’s plates. When they would give me my own plate I wouldn’t eat from it, but only if the food offered came from one of the adults’ plates.

I also had a pair of white cowgirl boots that I loved. Every time my feet would grow bigger I’d get a new pair. I use to lie around spread eagle in nothing other than those boots, much like a Playboy bunny might. Though, I had a particular fondness of pretty dresses with frills and laces, anything that I deemed beautiful and pleasing to the eye. The best part was that I truly did look fantastic in such things, whereas many babies look ridiculous in that style of adornments.

I was intelligent, adorable, vain, and had a will of steel.

I constantly received praise for my good looks and that caused my ego to swell so much that when people would say things to my mother like, “Oh, your little girl is just so smart!” I would promptly respond, “And pretty, too.”

There was a time when I said something really mean to my mother’s first husband ((not my father)) that hurt his feelings so he put me in the corner until I was ready to apologize. My mother has taught me never to say, “I’m sorry” unless I truly feel that way or it’s a waste of breath. Soooo, every ten minutes he would take me out of the corner and ask me if I was ready to apologize. I said nothing each and every time. My determination not to apologize- because I wasn’t sorry- would not be broken. After about half an hour of this it actually became amusing to my stepfather and he let me out of the corner; needless to say that my will conquered his.

Also, while I spent my days being pretty and loving pretty things and playing nice games with my Barbie dolls, I also had an obsession with the darker things in life. My favorite music video in the world was “Thriller” by Michael Jackson and I watched Tim Burton’s Beetlejuice every day until I gave myself nightmares from it.

:: chuckles :: I was a pretty interesting life form.

i was a fat baby! lol, i was lazy i spend my whole time sleeping and eating, never really cause a big problem for my parents. i giggled alot and was usually always happy.

I was that quiet baby who sat on a blanket on the floor watching the guppy in the fish tank for hours... I was a simple kid... lol

I cried a lot, and had a big fat red face. I also crawled backwards, apparently. :'P

Mum says I looked like Winston Churchill, but baby form. XDD

I was a really quiet and good baby. I ended up always keeping to my self, and not really complaining when other people told me what to do. It is quite amusing.

I've been told that I was a pretty friendly baby. I was the first one born on both sides of my family, so I was spoiled. Became very ill when I was 4mo and almost died. Had to be hospitalized during Christmas and received blood transfusions. I had no clue about this until I was 30yo. There weren't any pics of me during my first Christmas and nobody in my family would tell me why. To this day, I'm not sure why my family was so weird about telling me.