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This is how my sisters and I look in many of the pictures from our youth. My Dad was the family photog, so he orchestrated the pictures to memorialize our major life events. As we got older and whined about looking into the sun, we were told that the colors would look better with the sun behind him and us facing that direction.....REALLY?? WHAT ABOUT OUR SQUINTY FACES?????? Priceless.

Here's the little spitfire on her first day. The boots are hand-me-downs that remain an all-time favorite. She told me they are her skipping boots, apparently, they also cause that little demure leg gesture....


Her favorite morning activity is to sort all the little shiny stones into their tubes.
To mark the occasion, we had lunch afterwards at the Mensa, which is the Italian mess hall on the base. It's Z's favorite lunch locale. While it is a cafeteria, the food is wonderful. These Italians take their food seriously- and it shows! The place is always crowded. The people-watching opportunities are out of this world- it's especially fun to watch these 90 pound girls in the Italian military load up their trays with an absolutely astounding amount of food and then see them finish it all!



Here's another small fry who can finish her giant plate of pasta too!

Comments

mimi and papa said…
Absolutely Amazing! Our little spitfire looks quite confident with her backpack and pink boots. She is darling! Thank you so much for giving us a glimpse into the big events taking place. Each blog makes me eager for the next installment.

Sending a great big Mimi hug to all of you with lots of Love.
We must frequent the Mensa during our visit! Can't wait to see you.
Anonymous said…
Superbe d'avoir saisi ces moments de vie, merveilleux souvenirs, je trouve Z très changée en 15 jours, elle fait fillette, et paraît très heureuse d'aller à l'école. grosses bises à vous 4 LOVE Frenchmam
nanny said…
Who would have thought those boots would walk so far....from Seatac to Italy and right into school no less. Great photo, RL would be very proud and delighted to see a squinting photo of the next generation, a confident, fun-loving and bright young woman heading out in her most enchanting cowgirl boots. Long ago the boots were red and blue (if memory serves me correctly) but the energetic and individualistic personality is much the same. The only thing missing is the fringed cowgirl outfit. Dad would be beside himself with happiness and I can see him with arms akimbo smiling.

Thanks for the glimpse.
Unknown said…
Wow! Our little spitfire is growing up so fast! She looks older than the summer pics! Yes, I recall many a sun squinting photo! Yes, Dad would have loved your little girls as much as we do! First day of school for everyone! WOW!

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