one by one

We've been in Texas now for ... eight years.  Yep, eight.  Hard for me to believe, too.  And since it's been eight whole years, it's only fitting that I attempted to finish unpacking.  Right?

Actually, I happened upon one last box yesterday.  It was stored way way back in our pantry and although I knew it was there, I did a pretty good job of ignoring it.  But the time came yesterday to finally open it up.

This dorkiness was inside:

Was I ever that young?