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First Grade Timeline – Part 2

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I finished going through our photo collection at about 3:30pm today. I realized a few things, as I went through seven years worth of digital photography:

  1. I need to start snapping pics again. The difference between the sheer volume of pictures from 2001 and today is startling.
  2. Saving the pictures in dated file folders isn’t really necessary anymore – the exif data provides the date taken.
  3. It’s about time I read a book or two about photography. There are entirely too many craptastic pictures on my hard drive.

Going through the first few years was difficult. Seeing the pictures of Tig was emotional, as was deciding if I should include pictures of him in the final project. (Yes, I did print pictures of him with us.)

When the boys woke up this morning they immediately glommed on and started looking at the pictures. Did they help pick any out? Of COURSE not, they were too busy saying “There’s Baby Daniel! There’s Baby Joseph! Mommy? Who IS that? (That’s you, Baby!)

There are 73 photos on my kitchen table, waiting to be sorted through (by Daniel this time), glued to the timeline, and captioned.

Time passages

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The assignment came home from school last week. It’s a typical first-grade timeline project: put pictures of yourself on this paper and write a story. Write YOUR story. Due on the 14th.

We (I) haven’t even started on it yet.

A large part of Daniel’s first year was lost in the Great Hard Drive Crash of 2004. The pictures that I *do* have were sent to me by his father after we split up. They are the pictures that mattered to him, the pictures HE picked out of the hundred pictures I would shoot each time we went out.

There are so many emotions tangled up in this project. Out of my three children, he is the only one to spend any time at all with his DNA contributor. He doesn’t remember those times, of course – but we do have pictures of them together.

The easy way out, of course, is to give him exactly what the project calls for: pictures of him from birth to age 7.

(Suck it up and go through the photos, Emily.)

He looks just like his Daddy.

Moosh, give my hair a Whoorl. Please.

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The Challenge: A picture of your Horrid Hair Past, a picture of a Really Good Hair Day, and where you stand today.

I decided to limit the pictures of my Horrid Hair Past to styles I am responsible for, and to stuff that I have digitally already. Y’all know how I am – I’ll sit down in front of the box of photos trying to find something, and end up spending the next 48 hours organizing and scanning and further organizing…it’s really something best left for later. So, without further ado:

This is from April of 2000, and I’m rockin’ The Bun. The Bun being held by a scrunchy. Good lawd.

March, 2001. Ignore the fact that I’m vastly pregnant, and look at that spiffy blue Goody’s hairband/comb thing holding all the hair away from my face. It was South Florida, it was hot, I was pregnant, and could not stand hair.on.my.face. Also notice the ends are significantly lighter than the roots. Now would be a good time to mention that I haven’t seen my “natural” haircolor in years (with the exception of this next photo)

May of 2002. Good lawd if that hair isn’t a depressed cry for help, I don’t know what is. I was still afraid to color my hair and by that point Tig was telling me lovely things like “I don’t care what you look like. I love you for your brain.” (which we all know means “Daaaaamn girl you UGLY”)

I showed this picture to my friend Jami and she made fun of my pseudo-mullet. I think I actually like the red tips and black roots. It’s very emo-ish. Or something.

Definitely something.

December 2003. Speaking of depressed cries for help….

Just look at the baby, okay? LOOK AT THE BABY!!!!

(and I was so proud of having hair down to my waist. No, I really don’t know what I was thinking.)

June 2004 brings us the Revenge of the Goody’s Hair Comb Headband thingy. At least this time it matches my too-dark haircolor. The good news is that by this point I’d clipped ten inches from my hair, bringing it back up to just below shoulder length.

January 2005 and can we get any more ho-hum? I mean, really. At least by this point I’d found a decent color (though still too dark). I also didn’t realize there were toddler fingerprints on the camera lens – hence the foggy look to the photo.

Not really. Sometimes I prefer myself a little blurry.

January 2007 (sssh we’re not speaking to 2006. Let’s just say there were no changes. Move on, nothing to see here.)

I’d finally made it out to see my stylist and had lots of spiffy layers to bring out the curl. Except for that one spike of bangs that’s threatening to take out my eye. Good thing I was wearing glasses for protection *nods wisely*

Due to the demise of my beloved laptop (and the fact that I have to be at work in 20 minutes), I’m picking this one as my “good hair pic”

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PS – Hair Thursday is in on this gig too.

Introducing Mamaw to technology

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You’re just going to have to suck it up and deal re: the image quality – it was taken with my daughter’s craptastic cell camera.

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I honestly don’t know if Mamaw has ever seen a laptop, much less actually held one on her lap (at 91, techology at that level is extremely optional), and flipping our way through the photos from LAST year’s party was downright fascinating to her.