While I was sleeping in Moldova, life was continuing on in America. My cousin apparently ran across some old photos and decided to scan them and post them on facebook. Lucky for me, I was in a few of those photos.
This first one is of my mom’s dad, who we called Papa. My sister is sitting on his lap but I remember sitting in the same position. It’s actually what I remember the most about him. We would both sit on the chair with him and drum on his belly.
This second one is of me on a carousel when I was in Florence a couple of years ago and when I was little. Apparently I haven’t changed much. Ha.