Flashback Friday: The glorious day of my birth

This week I turned 29 years old. I have no idea how this happened. I'm fully convinced that someone is playing a trick on me and that I am actually still 24, since that's the age for some reason I always go to say if I have to answer a question about how old I am and I don't think about it first.

In honor of the extraordinary day I entered the world, my mom sent me some pictures to commemorate the occasion.

With my flowing locks of hair, I'm rocking the mic during baby karaoke

Fresh out of the oven

Several months later, I'm equally alarmed at having to wear 35 pounds of clothing
and my dad's striking resemblance to a 1970's version of Abraham Lincoln