No, you’re not seeing double. It sort of looks like the same baby doesn’t it? Same thin hair and skin color. Same half scared look of “you’re not really going to leave me here, are you?” Poor kids. They have the same genetically predisposed, oddball sense of humor parents. The ones that think it’s fun to stick your baby in a UHaul and take a picture as if they were packing the kid up. No, I don’t have any lasting, residual issues about it at all.
That top picture is me taken as my parents were packing up to move from Vermont to Sacramento, CA. I wasn’t ready for California yet as my mother decided to move back to Vermont pretty quickly. My California destiny would take another twenty plus years to become clear and I would travel most of the world before heading to the Golden State. It’s a pretty amazing place to end up.
That kid amongst the boxes is our daughter Izzy as we were packing to leave the “house on the hill” and venture into the unknown a bit. Moving is an adventure isn’t it? It’s about planning and planning and packing and packing and throwing away and giving away and arguing with your spouse about what can stay and what must go. It’s a lot of work and then the crazy, hectic day comes and it seems like it will never end. When you finally get to sleep, it’s probably in a bed on the floor with boxes stacked all around.