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I'm bored and I have nothing better to do in life, which is why I'm putting up baby pictures of me. :D

I'm the mischievous one, first from the right, making the weird face. :D

My brother and me playing with our toys

A fancy dress competition where I dressed as a bunch of grapes.

And to end with so you don't think I was a terrible child, a pic of me on my first birthday. :D


Mynie said…
These are really cute (i hate to use the word, because it is really over-used these days)pictures. I love the grape-fruit suit the most. That takes the cake
sodamncool said…
Do/did you happen to live/lived somewhere around Napean Sea Road?
Gentle Whispers said…
@ sodamncool: Nope. I don't. I would love to, but that's a story for another day.
Homecooked said…
Hey you look like an angel in all the pics! I love seeing old pics.Thanks for putting them up.
Inexplicably said…
Very sweet pics. You are lucky to have been born in the 'color pictures' days. When I look at my black and white ones, it seems I was born 100 years ago !!!

I wanted to know how your mum fixed the leaves and stalk of the grapes on your head ? Do ya remember ? I am going top steal your fancy dress idea for my kids !
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Inexplicably: Thank you. I don't really remember what my mum did exactly, but I shall ask her and let you know in a couple of days maybe??
Inexplicably said…
Of course ! Its not important at all..was jus wondering :))))
neha said…
awwww...such cute pics! :D
Moo said…
Heeheeee! such adorably wonderful pictures. :) Apparently, my parents hated me and didn't have a camera when I was a child. :( So hardly any pics of me. :( Boohoo!!
Me! said…
adorable. i love looking at pictures. esp. yesteryears :)
Perakath said…
Hee hee I love them grapes...

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