Ugly Child, Part 1

I know that I promised proof that I was the ugliest child ever last week, but I was too busy with good looking children and didn't get to it. But never fear, the series is about to start.

Of course, all children start as newborns. Lucky for me, I looked just like every other newborn.



See, told you.

Except I came home in a Christmas stocking. Oh, the benefits of being born 7 days before Christmas.



I like to think that my parents' Christmases have all been down hill since then.

Luckily, their hairstyles have been uphill.




I will take this opportunity to point out that I have been as pale as a ghost my entire life.




And also that I think there might be an underlying reason as to why I don't wear hats.




I would also like to point out that I have always had HUGE cheeks.




I will admit that I don't think I was a bad looking baby. But really, there aren't too many really ugly small children. But I promise you, it gets worse. MUCH worse. Stay tuned, the ugly years and your chance to point and laugh at me await.