It's time to take a step away from my culinary problems and look at my not-so-crafty side. I grew up in a crafty house, with a mother who can sew, embroider, crochet, and generally make nice-looking holiday crafts. In fact, I have fond memories of watching her and a friend turn out all kinds of Christmas crafts while I played around with the scraps they tossed my way. I knew my creations were simplistic (even ugly), but I was little and everything I did was simple. I couldn't wait until the day I got bigger and made "real" crafts.
I'm still waiting.
Case in point: many parents make lovely photo albums or scrap books for their children. I forget to take pictures. Or miss the cute ones and then force my very young offspring to "do it again" so I can attempt to capture it. Last year, Hannah did so many adorable things while we were camping and almost every time I had to a) borrow a camera (I forgot mine, for the third year in a row); and then b) ask to her re-do the pose.
"Hannah, go back in the tent and poke your head out. Good. Now put your head in your hands and stare into the distance with a dreamy look on your face."
Just recently, Jacob had his first official haircut. Of course, I didn't have a camera. I tried to let it go, but just couldn't, so a week later I took him back and asked if I could take some fake shots of him in the chair with the cape. The stylist was even kind enough to comb his hair as if she were about to cut it to make the pictures more authentic.
I feel like this wouldn't happen to Martha.
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