Meanwhile, while I wrestle the stairs and stare and stare at them, trying to figure out what the H I've done,
framing them with thumb and forefinger, pausing to let the tension mount, and then saying, "I don't like them. Send them back." ,
I thought I'd let you know, that it's that time again.
The time I drag my butt munches outside to take their annual, Christmas mantel picture.
'Tis the 4th annual picture snapping, to be exact. Sniffle.
And one day, when I'm old and gray, I'll make this massive collage of all my little punksuckers to display on the mantel.
And then because my children are grown up and gone, I'll sob uncontrollably and wipe the snot from my face, with a few toots here and there. Because, you know, I'm old and it happens.
Anywho, I'd like you to know that I take about 20 or so pictures of each kid. And most turn out like this.
And I save 'em all. 'Cause you may not know this, but I love pictures. Old pictures, new pictures-- kind of a picture/memory freak, here. (Oh, I've only said that 4,538 times? )
And yet-- I have a scant handful of pictures displayed in my home.
If you follow me on Pinterest, then you know I'm on the hunt for a fabulous photo gallery wall idea.
Well, as I sifted through this new round of traditional winter pictures, I saw it in my mind's eye:
Yep. I love it already and it ain't up on the wall. You know, like this fab idea that floats around pinterest?
And they can be hung above the stairs.
At least there'll be something I like about the stairs.