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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: jhild who wrote (10517)	5/11/1998 5:36:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

You're a good dad! And you're right about valuing their work! Of course, at that moment it really is the most wonderful stuff you've ever seen somehow. My mother didn't keep anything. Except those 400 margarine containers. As far as I know, I had not one creative moment in my early childhood. You also have hit on one of my greatest failings and regrets as a mother. I am very disorganized and live completely in the present. We seldom take pictures, well-Dan usually takes them, but then I open the camera to see what's in it, or I leave the camera in a taxicab in Paris, or I throw the pictures in a drawer, unlabeled, and have no idea what they are ten years later. Unfortunately this is true of all the baby pics. I never realized that my babies looked alike. I thought they were so wondrously unique that I'd remember the age and identity of every picture years down the road. This was not true. Not only do they look like each other, they look like every other baby in the world. My dear friend and I were looking at pictures one day and I said, "And here's Ammo at about two months," and she said, "No it's not! It's one of mine." I looked at it more closely and hmm-it could be. "Yeah, well, which one?" I said. She said, "Katrina...or Kristen...or it might be Kelly..." Ha. So label NOW. And oh, another friend (highly organized) used to keep a box through the year of all the artwork, etc. and then once a year, each child went through and picked out a few favorites to keep. Then she placed each year in one of those accordion files and she has their little lives all neatly labeled. "Bobby-2nd grade-1987". It's pretty disgusting. I like my way. When I eventually get around to organizing them, I can just pick out the pretty babies and say, Yeah, that was CW. And label the ugly ones, "Bobby."