Hi, I’m Tara.

What started out as a private blog to document our adoption journey has evolved into my journey through therapy, spiritual awakening and whatever I feel like writing. Without our struggles to build a family, I’m not sure I’d be waking up, and for that I’m grateful.

Photos and Albums Oh My!

I'm quite sure that I've had brand new photo albums for about 10 years or so which means they've lived in one condo and two houses.  At some point a couple years ago I actually did quasi-organize photos by year, putting them in boxes with nice little dividers and then promptly forgot about them again.

Over the holiday weekend something in my brain snapped and decided enough was enough.  Let the photo-album rampage begin!  Doubles were tossed all over the floor and in the trash, crappy pics weeded out...many minutes spent looking at a picture and scratching my head while asking S if he had any idea what it was or when one of us took it.

I'm up to 2002, the year we got married.  The big question now is what do I do with the 50-100 wedding photos I've received from various people?  I lost it and left them in pile on the floor.  Maybe in two more years I'll get back to finding them a home.

Meanwhile, since the advent of the digital camera (2003 for me) my photo-taking has reached new highs.  There's hundreds of digital photos stored on my computer from the last 7 years.  What to do with those?

...and then there's the scrapbook I'm supposed to finish.  While I'm not huge into scrapbooking, I do major vacations.  I can't even remember which one I'm on now.

...not to mention the blank scrapbook I have waiting in the wings for baby.  I'm sure I'll be all over that and totally on top of it creating my piece de resistance.  *cough*

Speaking of baby, what kind of high chairs do you like?  When looking at them I was completely overwhelmed., so I gave up.  Kind of like the strollers which I haven't really studied closely (other than knowing I need something that's practically 4wd for the cracked sidewalks in my neighborhood).  I think searching for a crib took it all out of me.  Not to mention choosing bottles and nipples.  Good grief.

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