I may or may not have mentioned that one of my big projects for the summer is to get all our digital photos printed in photobooks. It sounds very nesty of me to do this, and it's true that one of the reasons I want to do this project is to attempt to get a handle on the gazillion photos we have before the still-unnamed Miss Baby arrives and triples the number of pictures we take.
This project started back in 2008, when I finished my first photobook with My Publisher. (I should add that I use My Publisher just because I like it, but there are lots of really good photobook publishing sites.) Until several weeks ago, that photobook I made in February 2008 was the only photobook I had.
It's a lovely book.
I must be especially fond of July-December 2007 because for two years it was the only era for which there were printed photos. It made for showing off our family pictures really easy. "Hey. Would you like to glance through our family photo albums? There's only one. Take your time."
After organizing all my digital photos, I made it my mission to GET THOSE PICTURES IN BOOKS for Pete's sake. It really would be no big deal, except that it kind of is. Because I feel compelled to Photoshop every.single.picture.of.my.life then it takes me awhile to finish a book, but when they're done, oh the grand satisfaction.
My first project was to finish up 2007, so that I could at least have one complete year of photos. Ergo, I did January-June 2007 (the link opens up the entire book, if you are so inclined to glance through).
My second project was to do something more current, so I did July-December 2009.
And then for kicks and giggles, I decided to do January-June 2008.
No, I'm not working chronologically because that would totally make sense. And I'm pregnant. And nothing I do makes sense except to take naps in the middle of the day. That makes perfect sense.
Sometime next week I'm going to start on July-December 2008, also so that I have another complete year. It will be a symbol of commitment or cohesion. Or something.
Other than the relief and joy I get from having the pictures in books, I've stumbled across a little side bonus of working with old pictures.
Oh mercy. The bunny ears on the hood.
Just today, Sydneykins, you were making this exact same face blowing bubbles.
Oh, if only you would both still fit in a box for photo ops.
The images could go on and on, but I'll interrupt myself with what working with all these pictures made me feel: happy.
Because I'm not so much a baby/toddler person, I sometimes forget the joy of those years when the girls were younger. The opposite of being nostalgic, I've been almost dreading having another baby because I think, Oh my gosh the diapers, the sleepless nights, the exhaustion, the complete and total dependency of another person on me. It is, of course, a lot of hard work having a baby, particularly a baby that you aren't totally convinced you're ready to have anyway.
But it's also amazing.
My days might now be filled with negotiations and making snacks, and kids who can dress themselves, and kids who fight with each other, and kids who can get their own drink out of the fridge, but before all that, even in the middle of an exhausting night, I remember: I loved my babies.
And in two months, I'll won't have to look at pictures to remember that feeling because I'll just have her, there in my arms.