Over 30 years ago my mom started a tradition of taking a picture of my brother of I at our birth times. Mine was on 8/22 at 11:52 am. Whatever we were doing, she took a picture. I guess it worked out that neither of us was born in the middle of the night or anything. This is a tradition I have kept up not only with myself in my adult years, but also with my kids. Once again, no one was a night time birth 🙂 Although my brother and I were both born in the summer, and my kids’ birthdays will all be during the school year (so far), so I won’t have quite as good of a collection as my mom does.
I asked my mom to send me a couple of the old pictures of me that she took so I could share them with you. As I looked at them I did realize I spend a little more time trying to get a “good” picture, and she just took us doing whatever. Didn’t matter if we were even looking at the camera. Anyways here I am!
I hope you enjoyed, and maybe consider this tradition for you own kids. As it is with most things, it annoyed me at the time, but I enjoy it now as an adult. Thanks for everything Mom!