It's been a while since I've done a Sincerely 'Fro Me To You post, but I thought I'd try to get back into the swing of my favorite carnivals. :) So this week I bring you the following photo from my archives.
It seems to be a bit of a pattern in my very young childhood for my mother to place me on the counter and take a picture. I really had four siblings but two of them fell off the counter and cracked their heads open. Only the strong survive in this family.
This picture illustrates the reason why my sisters swore I was spoiled rotten growing up. Notice my older sister in the background cleaning the pool while I eat yummy cake batter. I bet she would have liked to lick a beater, but chances are she had no clue beaters were being handed out for licking. The glory was all mine.