Where has the time gone? To that chaotic life, I suppose. You settle into life as a mom of three, working outside of home, working inside of the home,
You begin to create a
Organizing the kids photos since birth or arriving home. You create folders on your hard drive and begin to weed through over thousands of images. You aspire not only to select those special photos of each child, but you want to make sure each child has the same number of photos, and heaven forbid you use photos straight out of the camera these days. On the bucket list - EDIT/Post-Process Photos. Right. . .
I can't even post a few nice photos from our Family Vacation, or a few candid shots from Gracyn's first season of Soccer, or maybe just one shot of Gracyn's 5th birthday and Addi's 2nd, and I think I'm going to not only sort, but edit, and then print or put into a photobook? All before Christmas and that offer for a discount price expires, of course. . .
Not realistic my friends. . .not going to happen. It's too much. And frankly, unless we all get amnesia or suffer from extreme memory loss simultaneously, it's not necessary. We live life for the experiences. Yes, in perfect world we'd have some tangible item to remember it by. But seriously, do we enough gigs or back up storage in place, or shelf space for albums, and a fire proof safe to hide them in? Really? Can we safe proof everything? Including all those photos so carefully planned and shot and post-processed?
Computers fail, files corrupt, albums collect dust, and there's only 24 hours in a day. I could spend more time preparing all of what I don't want my children to forget, or I can accept that I'd rather spend my life living it. No, I'm not making excuses for not having baby albums for each child, or a memory book for each with a swatch of hair from their first trim, or molds of their tiny hands and feet. In fact I think I do have much of this - who knows where it is in our house, but it's here! And only someone who can perform DNA testing would be able to tell my kids' hair samples apart, because after I cut, preserved, and made a mental note of the very day I snipped it off and carefully placed in a safe place, I have no clue what happened to these precious clippings. . .
(INSERT LONG PAUSE)
The above was written back in November of 2011. I'm just now getting to finishing my post. I'm not even going to re-read it or edit it. . .whatever I wrote was important enough to sit down and type, so, it stays. AS IS.
The holidays were busy. Busier than I would have liked. I, am to blame for that. We also got sick. . .so, uh, I played Santa by myself on Christmas Eve, and that involved moving very heavy objects by myself while trying to convince 2 of my 3 kids to STAY IN BED. . .I also subjected myself to an Elf on the Shelf. Clark's his name. Clark Trouble something or other. Clark wasn't too creative this year. I've seen some really crazy elves. . .Our Clark made as high as the ceiling fan, and we live in a one-story house, so, uh, how 'bout an A for effort? Hopefully next year Clark will get into some real trouble!
For now, I must get to that load of laundry that's been in the dryer for over tw hours, and then eat dinner, do homework with Peyton, and find time to go to Costo.
But in case I forget something down the road my three sweetpeas. . .
This was us us in Maui, HI back in May of 2011. . .we can't wait to go back.
Here's are the collages I made for you for Christmas. . .Sorry they weren't full blown scrapbooks or anything spectacular! Know that I love you all the same!
Gung Hay Fat Choy! It's the Year of the Dragon. . .and Mommy's a Dragon, so it's MY year guys. . .
Let's hope Mommy does a better job of keeping her blog updated this year.
