After reaching the height of laziness and gluttony over the holidays, I decided to put my best foot forward yesterday and do something productive with the time Wonderboy was in pre school. You know those things on your ‘to do’ list that constantly get put off and never actually get done? Well, I have a million of them …
The ironing (less pile, more tower) is currently threatening to measure taller than me. Toys have taken over our house and while I swore we’d get round to sorting them out before Christmas, surprise, surprise, it never happened and the invasion of multi-coloured plastic has continued. Oven needs cleaned, junk drawer(s!) need organised and the cupboard with art and craft stuff needs brought under control … the never ending, yet thoroughly uninspiring, list goes on.
However, yesterday I meant business. Up in the bedroom and it was time to sort out my mess of a wardrobe – bring it on! But oh, what’s that hiding at the back, sneakily threatening to divert my attention from the mission at hand? Photo albums. What started as a quick flick through somehow turned into a 90 minute splurge of reminiscing. Beautiful albums full of familiar faces, and some I’d forgotten. Happy days and happy nights out. Family holidays and my own travel adventures. Countless birthday cakes, Halloween costumes and sleepy Christmas morning snaps – all in one place. There was even a tiny album of my Gran’s with photos of my brother and me when we were little.
And it struck me – in a time when all our photos are now taken with our phones and digital cameras, will our children ever have the pleasure of looking back in time as I did today? I don’t know about you but, apart from printing the odd pic for a frame, we just save all our photos on the laptop and they rarely see the light of day again. We did make photobooks of our wedding and honeymoon but that is most definitely the exception.
I feel a little sad that Wonderboy will never stumble across our life in pictures. You’d need to purposefully search out photos on a laptop and even then, if Mr J has been fiddling about with settings in a technical frenzy who knows where, or if, you’d find them!
In a bid to rectify the situation, I’ve decided to make Wonderboy his very own photo album. He may well in years to come find it boring and old fashioned (I was going for more of a retro / vintage idea), but it will at least be there to serve as a window into a certain time in his life.
On a more practical note, there is no way I’m printing every bloomin photo that gets taken in this house so instead, I’ve decided the album will capture Wonderboy’s life experiences in his early years. As a family, we’ve come up with a list of 50 Things To Do Before You’re 5 and will take photos to keep in the album as we tick off the list together. Hurrah! Sentimental problem solved.
Needless to say, my wardrobe is still in a state of disarray and continues to feature on my ‘to do’ list.
What do you do with your photo files? We’d love for you to join us in our 50 Things To Do Before You’re 5 adventure.