The Terrible Catsafterme

Brad's Musings and Meanderings

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"I could dance with you until the cows come home. On second thought, I'd rather dance with the cows till you come home." - Groucho Marx, "Duck Soup"

6.jpgSo, you may be asking yourself, what exactly was Brad up to during the Spring months of 1972? Well, I was defintely too young to ingrain any of my shenanigans onto a readable section of my inner brain. But fortunately, my Mom kept a Sweet Baby Days keepsake and memory jogger. It indicates that in the March of 1972 I first began to sit steadily about and creep (doesn’t that ever sound sinister?). It also indicated that my top four teeth came in at six months. I was also packing on the weight as I am so fond of doing and hit 19lbs. 3oz. at the six-month mark.

Although Dad took some very beautiful, colorful photographs of me around this age which I already shared, he also snapped some artistic – yet rather dreary – black and white snapshots of me at the six-and-a-half month mark…and counting. 

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 My first impersonation of Stan Laurel

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 An amiable fella was I

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 Having a ball with my overturned Rack-o-Stack

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 Showing off my new upper pearly whites

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 Is it any wonder I learned to love a day in a big comfy bed?

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 The Rack-o-Stack rings frequently ended up on my head

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 Now that I have a mouth full of teeth, let the drooling commence

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Mom and I compare fingers

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The strengthening of the legs, early May 1972

1972 will continue as relatives begin to get married

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