1980: Uncle JC, One Year Old.
(Apparently, Pop lost his belt sometime in the wild 60’s. And, hopefully, the liberal makeup usage.)
(JC required rehab after those old man compression socks were pried off of his poor tender toddler flesh. And I hear he still has leftover SockMarks…)
1987: Uncle Nick, One Year Old, and a proud drooler.
2009: Cousin Eli, One Year Old, sporting the next-generation-rebellion against socks or shoes.
2011: Noah, only 7 Months Old, and barely snapping in the crotch.
(Apparently, I breed Babies of Unusual Size.)
And, one more for good measure:
1927: My Grandfather, back when real men wore frilly dresses…
…and yet he somehow still managed to look more manly than every single baby that branched off of his family tree.
I mean seriously – he looks like he was already a member of The Birmingham Greek Mob…packing heat under his crocheted cardigan and hiding a knife in his left white patent booty.
Impressive…and a little scary.