They also sent a lot of other old cards, pictures, and even some thumbprint cards I made when I was in school. (so talented). The roster from nursery school was enclosed which is weird, since I'm friends with a lot of those people on Facebook; I had no idea I've known them for so long.
But the best part, by far, was the baby book. And oh my, was my mother detailed. What a fantastic gift to give to your child. I am having a hard time not cracking up at some of the comments. I remember hearing somewhere that we are who we are by age five; the only thing that changes with time is your amount of knowledge. This statement certainly supports the idea that personality is innate and something we are born with. And based on my baby book, I've been Kim for 31 years and no one else.
Check it out...
At five months old: "Kim knows who her family is! She loves her bath and blinks a lot when approached by Kelly 'cause she never really knows what Kelly is going to do!"
At seven months old: "Kimmy is now getting into Kelly's things more and more - a little sibling rivalry already!"
At eight months old: "Kim loves her buggy and to be outside."
At 11 1/2 months old: "Beginning to show signs of a temper" (what?! Who, me?)
At 13 1/2 months old: "...she loves to dig in the potted plants." (early signs of my love for gardening)
At 20 months old: "Kelly and Kimmy fight, but Kimmy holds her own. She imitates everything Kelly does...She likes to color, paint, and use play dough when Kelly does. She does her own freelance creativity, though." (giggle) "She has a mind of her own and can be very determined. She can be very easy going as well."
At 3 years old: "Kimmy is a delight; you never know what she is going to say next!" (ha!) "Kim goes with me to be teacher's helper at kindergarten; it's hard to tell her coloring and cutting from the 5-year olds." (thank you, thank you.) "She is so fun to shop with."
And then my personal favorite (also at age 3):
"Kim had three stitches in her right temple in February. She fell against the iron railing going down the stairs. Kelly was more upset than Kim!"
Oh, my poor sister. I had no idea I tortured her so! Sorry about that, Kelly! I'm in her things, I'm falling against railings...I was a mess.
And the part about Kelly being more upset than me about my injury is TOTALLY classic Kelly-Kim relationship. I once threw up on a plane and Kelly nearly crawled over me and several other passengers to escape it. She is so funny like that - Kelly can handle other people's bodily functions like it's no big deal, but when it comes to family members, she loses it.
Anyways, this has inspired me to get started on Scotty's baby book. Maybe one day he'll pour over it and be like, "OMG! My mom just sent me the blog she wrote when I was a baby. So trippy!"