Scrapbooking, that is. I think I’m missing the gene that causes women to write down every single minute cutsie-wootsie detail of our children’s first years. It’s not that my kids don’t have cutsie-wootsie moments…I just don’t write them down in a book. The very thought of doing that somehow lessens the spontaneity of the moment for me. I mean, really…*cute moment happens* and then search the house for the book, try to remember the exact expressions on everyone’s faces and then describe them appropriately. I feel the same way about videotaping. The minute you stick the camera in a child’s face, if they’re old enough to know what’s going on, they start hamming it up. While that isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it does affect the spontaneity of the moment. They start performing for the camera instead of interacting with each other.
Now, having said that, I do love to take pictures if I can get them before the kids notice the camera. Dan closes his eyes when he sees the camera, so I have to snap quickly before he sees it. Alannah poses and it drives me nuts sometimes. Hopefully, Joe will be somewhere in the middle of those two.