Thirty-something

It was my birthday over the weekend and at 34, I am officially in my mid-thirties.  Wowser.

Let's celebrate how, based on today's infant-raising standards, I managed to  survive the late 70's with a fluffy pillow in my bassinette, a my-first-string-around-my-neck-bonnet, and what appears to be socks on my hands:

Thanks, Mom and Dad.