Pictures..

So as I am sitting here answering everyones ’I remember you when…’ posts I decide to look for some old pictures, I mean really old pictures back in the days when I actually put them in albums and  such and realize that I have a stack of pictures people have sent me that are jsut sitting here gathering dust, along with a big old file of pictures on the computer doing nothing.  It is at the is moment I notice my “scrapbook”, that great  big fancy book I started putting together after my first baby was born to document his life, and as I am sitting here flipping through it I come to the last page that I entered ( less than half way through the book no less) that shows a picture of him wearing a shirt that says big brother, the day we told his Aba, my hubby that another member of our family was going to be joining us soon.  Now I am starting to feel bad, no, make that guilty.  I started out with such high hopes and ideals that when my children grew up they would have albums to look at, actual albums, not random piles (or nowdays files) of pics that meant nothing.  That they would have dates, names, and places to go with those memories.  And I have failed!  

 I didn’t fail because I forgot the camera, lost the film or never downloaded the photos.  I didn’t fail becasue I have no art supplies, on the contrary I have a TON of art supplies, and even some legitamite scrapbooking supplies hanging around (okay, a lot of scrapbooking supplies).  Instead I choose to use my free time (the little I have)  watching TV or fussing around on the internet!  So I am vowing to try and get back on top of my scapbook albuming and leave a piece of history for for my kids that they can actually decifer!

This shall not remain the last page for long!

~ by Robin on January 27, 2006.