climb every mountain

today is my birthday. i’m a wee bit older than i was a few minutes ago, but still not old.

luckily for me, i have an older brother, middlebro, who kindly shared a little bit of video of me as a toddler. (thanks, middlebro! gah.) see, back in the olden days, when they were building the house in which i grew up, my front lawn was a mountain! well, not really a mountain. a molehill, probably, especially after i saw it last summer for the first time in years. i swear it was a mountain once upon a time.  and i, intrepid young thang, was going to climb it!

for the record, i’d like to blame my mother for overdressing me. if i hadn’t had 50 pounds of clothing plus a sherpa on my back, i might have made it up to the front door that day.

ah, so wonderful to evidence my grace and skill at such a tender age. some things never change.