I like traditions. I'm not a fanatic about them, but there are a couple I try to keep, one in particular.
It started with a newspaper article published in 1948. The original news picture is of my dad standing in my grandpa's palms.
July 7, 1976, the local newspaper published another article, this time including a picture of me standing in my dad's palms under the original picture. According to the news article, I had been standing in my dad's hands since I was 12 weeks old. And, by the way, it's not just a "quick! get the picture before she falls" deal. I could stand a full minute without assistance. How did I not become a professional athlete with such early talent? It's a mystery.
September 2004, Sydney officially became a member of the Palm Stand Club.
We've been working with Jules, but she wasn't particularly interested. Just wouldn't lock her legs. I begged. I pleaded. I lovingly told her the family would be disgraced if she didn't shape up. The weight of the family name rested on her tiny feet.
Welcome to the club, Jubee.
PS: No Photoshop magic here. It's just all about getting a baby to lock her legs and find her center of gravity in your hands.
