Well, if it's expected... (ooh!, hello pagebreak!)
1947, I guess. The woman is my godmother, who pretty much adopted me (not for real). Her husband was killed in the war while she was pregnant, and then the baby died at birth; I started life with a lot of the stuff that had been bought for her baby (I was never told the sex, even).
Edit - I just realised you meant
our kids... OK, here they are in 1976:
and just the boys, some years later:
The older boy is my step-son, which is why his hair is totally different.