It's official. I quit. I'm talking about the Project 365 dealio that I've been dreading for the past 100+ days. I don't like it. The idea was to capture our life in photos for a year, but instead, it leaves me feeling stressed, in a constant state of un-caught-up. I don't like that feeling.
I just got off the phone with Cara, and while she was complaining about legitimate issues (a crying baby up at 9 p.m. on a Saturday night and another baby up for reasons unknown), I instead whined about this project. And maybe she just wanted to me to shut the heck up already and quit whining, so maybe this was why her response was so quick... AND SO BRILLIANT. But as I was telling her I wasn't having fun with it, she answered, "So don't do it."
That simple. Freakin' God love her. And her simple advice.
So, here's my thing. Even though my photos are date-stamped, it's still a pain in the butt to go back and organize all the photos chronologically. Now, if I kept up with the project and downloaded a photo each day, perhaps I wouldn't have this problem, but that just isn't happening. I'm lucky to get online to check e-mails these days. Hooking up my camera to download photos seems so often daunting.
The other thing that I do not like about this project is that I've stopped writing much. My forte has never been photography, and although one of my reasons for challenging myself to take on the picture-a-day project was to better my photography skills, I don't want that to be at the expense of my writing. I like to write. It's always been a passion of mine, and I'd rather have my words to tell our story than photos. My new motto is that it's about quality and not quantity.
Labels: 2010 in photos
Labels: 2010 in photos
This lovely bumpkin... took a nice long three-hour nap this afternoon, and when I went to go get her from her crib, THIS is what I was greeted with. That smile lights up my life and makes everyday life frustrations momentarily escape.
We're growing out her hair. At times the process is dreadful, like when she refuses to wear a hair bow or barrette to keep the shag out of eyes, and then she looks like a raggedy orphan. Other times, I absolutely love it, especially when she wakes up from a nap where she's slept so deep that she's gotten warm enough to make her hair do a slight flippy curl. I love the little wisps on the one side of her head.
Mmmmm, I find her absolutely delectable and scrumptious in moments like these, but I am struck by a wee bit of sadness that my baby girl is no longer a baby and is ... a toddler.
How sweet is this?!
A fun morning @ The Oakland House:
story time, puppet show, live rabbit, Easter bunny and candy.
I love the little grin on Greta's face,
and I love the smiling old lady, too.