Thursday, September 22, 2011

Getting to know you: What were you like as a baby?

We all had to start out somewhere. So how did you start? What were you like as a baby? What were your likes and dislikes? Where did you live? Did you have pets? A favorite toy? A blankie?

What was your earliest memory?

27 comments:

Laura Martone said...

Wow - what a wonderful question! I started life in a hospital near New Orleans - and according to my folks, I was a pretty happy baby. Fat, too. Apparently, my mom fed me a wee bit too often. In fact, I was once so hungry that I apparently banged my head against my grandma's breast, hoping she'd feed me. Well, what the heck did I know? I was a baby!

Before my folks split up, I lived with them in two different houses - one teeny, one a bit bigger. We had a beagle named Bogie who I thought of as my big brother. And, yes, I had a blankie - actually, I had several of them - thermal blankies in shades of pink, yellow, and baby blue. The blue one was my favorite - I remember rubbing it between two of the fingers of my right hand - a habit that always seem to reassure me.

If only life were still so simple!

Marenya said...

My mother says I was a very easy child to raise. Obedient, quiet, although I tended to wander off.

She would usually find me picking flowers somewhere.

I loved to nurse my kittens back to health, but the poor kitties weren't sick. I had a dolly I carried with me everywhere and pretended was my little sister. My parents had another child but she died. My father was away much of the time because of the war and Rangering, and then he died. She never married again, so I have no brothers or sisters.

But I do have lots of cousins!

Faldur said...

I don't remember my childhood.

Jason said...

Ha! Where do I begin?

Aidan was aware from the instant he was born, precocious and active and demanding. We forgave him much because ken is a lot to manage as a babe.

And of course, Kaelin was the quiet one. He rarely cried.

Marc said...

People said the matched pair was adorable, but Jay and I thought it rubbish, of course.

Trouble squared is what I called them.

Ginger said...

They're trouble to the fifth power now, if you ask me.

Aidan said...

Hey! I heard that!

Nutmeg Cross said...

Poor Aidan. Always getting picked on by you lot.

Ginger said...

I guess you haven't had any arrows dug out of your leg lately, have you Nutmeg? That hurt!

But it was really more my fault then theirs. Totally my fault, actually. Anyway, I was just teasing. Right, Legolas?

Nutmeg Cross said...

Oh, I'm not saying he's always innocent, Ginger. After all, he does seem a bit accident-prone - if you can call it that. It just seems like he's often the butt of everyone's teasing. Just an observation - not really an accusation per se.

And, no, I haven't dug an arrow out of my leg lately. But I did have to pull one out of my arm once - when I got between Indy and a curious deer. So, I do have more perspective than you might think.

Ginger said...

Yeah, I guess you do.

Aidan said...

I just tend to shoot the arrows, not get in the way of them.

But since Ginger was saving Kaelin at the time, it really was too bad.

Kaelin said...

Weren't we talking about babies? I can't believe Marenya hasn't chimed in yet.

Saxen said...

I was the first baby born in half a century to my legacy, and the last, as well.

I'm told I was a quiet child, disciplined and serious, with an eye to my future as a ranger. Of course, I am a great disappointment to them now.

Aidan said...

Marenya's sleeping. They both are. Maybe later.

Ginger said...

I think she's still concerned about security, Kaelin. You know how she is.

Ginger said...

You focused on becoming a ranger as a child, Saxen?

Saxen said...

Of course. Everything I did was training of some sort. I had hoped to be the Lord Prince's Sworn. Or perhaps my cousin Cassidy's when she takes the chair.

Things didn't quite work out that way.

Olivia Harper said...

Woah, what's this? Marenya and Aidan are parents - when did that happen?

And where have I been?

Ginger said...

This morning, in fact! Marenya didn't want anyone to know in case Asmodai decided to take her life before Ashlyn was born. She's still really nervous, as you can imagine.

Ashlyn is the cutest tiniest baby you ever saw! And we have so much extra security its nuts.

Peter said...

I was a very precocious child. I climbed out of my crib at nine months and spoke in full sentences at the age of two.

I believe my first sentence was, "Give me the cookies or else."

Marianne said...

Oh, you probably didn't just climb, you tied your crib sheets into a ladder and patented the design.

Sheesh.

Peter said...

How'd you guess?

Christine Hardy said...

My very first memory is a dream that I didn't realize was a memory until I told my mom about it in high school.

I am gazing up at a very huge, fuzzy christmas tree. the lights are so magical it's amazing. I'm feeling this incredible sense of peace and joy... I can't even begin to describe what it's like, other than to say it's like Heaven.

My mom pointed out to me that I was born in October, so I would have been about two months old at Christmas time. I was remembering her holding me by the Christmas tree.

Wow. No wonder Christmas has always been my favorite holiday! Especially sitting by the tree at night.

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My earliest memory was a big dog coming up to me and putting its paw up on the side of my crib. It was like a big golden retriever type dog.

We had a small gold dog when I was a baby, Ladybird, who got hit by a car well before I was 2, I believe. I'm sure I recall Ladybird coming up to my crib.

Laura Martone said...

To be honest, I don't know what my earliest memory is. My mom's told me so many funny and not-so-funny stories about me as a baby/toddler that I'm not sure anymore what's a memory and what's a story that's become a memory... like, for instance, the time that I tried to stick a bobby pin in an electric outlet. Apparently, my mom saw me and slapped away my hand in time - and even though I was less than a year old at the time and probably don't remember the actual incident, I can still "see" it happening in my mind.

Now, on the other hand, I distinctly remember the time that my beloved dog Bogie bit me. True, I'd accidentally stepped on his paw while trying to retrieve one of my plastic toy utensils in the utility room, but still, I was very sad and weepy about the whole thing.

I also distinctly remember the time (when I was about two) that my paternal grandmother and great-grandmother took me coat-shopping with my mom. As is still the case today, I hated to go shopping - and after two hours of walking around, trying on coat after coat, I finally had had enough - and threw myself on the floor, throwing the only tantrum of my life. My grandmothers were horrified, but my mother (who sympathized with my frustration) thought it was hilarious. My grandmother passed away in 2004, and while cleaning out her bedroom (following my grandfather's death last year), I actually found one of the coats that they'd finally settled on - a little navy blue sailor-style coat. Needless to say, I treasure it.

Olivia Harper said...

Congrats, Marenya and Aidan. That's wonderful news - and surprising, too. I must admit - sometimes, I miss reading about your adventures.