As self professed family historian... I promised myself when Macho was born that I would do the same level of scrapworthy documenting for him and each and every child that God would bless us with thereafter. That I would remain committed to this regardless of life and how busy it may become. (Go ahead, you can laugh at me - I was young and oblivious.)
I'm eating those very words.
A few weeks ago I purchased an American Crafts 8x8 album to document this pregnancy - just as I have for the last two. Big surprise - I have yet to create anything inside. Now, I have slipped a few things inside the page protectors within it - in anticipation of starting. Hey - at least I know where the crap is, right?
But, alas - it hit me at my 20 week mark - I don't even have a single photo of this bump. So sad.
In a panic to have some shred of pregnancy evidence - I asked my "expertly trainied" live-in photography assistant for his help (yes, Clark was handed the camera). It seemed an opportune moment, for indeed I was wearing a shirt without any small-fry-caused stains or blemishes as of yet that day.
Now... up next... to print it out and stuff it in one of those empty plastic sleeves - and tell myself I'm still on track.
(On an up note... thank goodness I've had my hair cut since this photo was taken. YIKES!)