I decided some time ago that rather than collecting rows and rows of photo albums I would make a single photo book for each year of each of my childrens lives. Seeing as how I didn't come up with this decision until somewhat recently, I'm a little behind. So today... I've been working on "Year 3" for my 6 year old.
It seems that I get so wrapped up in my daily living that I forget that my six year old was not always six... and am amazed to remember just how little he once was. As some of you know... he was three when he came to live with us and even thinking back I seem to remember him bigger than he really was. I am so glad that I have pictures to remind me where it all began. :)
And now back to work. :)