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Mark and Anna take a nap (circa April 1981)

Every time I look at this picture, something about the posture of baby me reminds me of our cat Geraldine. Something about the way my arms are all out in front of me on Dad’s belly (although with the cat it would be her favorite wool blanket). Since I was five weeks early I had very little body fat; note my frighteningly skeletal fingers. Most of the bulk you see in under the onesie is actually the infant diapers, which covered me from butt to armpit. Thankfully, I quickly started growing … and didn’t really stop for the next eighteen years!

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