You Should've Seen It In 2.4 megapixels!

I saw this picture at Kate Heffernan's site today:
I'm not really sure why I think it's awesome, but I do.



For those of you who don't see what the big deal is...realize that all those kids are holding up the cell phone camera's to take a picture of the moment.

The other day, Matthew and I were listening to a song called "In Color". We talked about how that song demonstrates a HUGE difference between his life, and that of his grandfathers.
The song talks of pictures taken during the Great Depression, WWII and so forth and how they were, obviously, in black and white (or sepia :)
Today's children won't really have a concept of true B&W photos...just ones that are that way for effect. Heck, all the pictures of my life are in color. But you still have to get off my lawn!
The digital age and the ubiquity of digital cameras are going to change the way our kids remember their own unique history.
It's going to be interesting if they remember like their parents and grandparents: The snow was always whiter (and deeper), grass was always greener, politicians were honest, gas was cheap and the sky was clear.

Or, maybe they'll remember with a bit more clarity: Some winters we have lots of snow, some we don't. But we ALWAYS remember the snowy ones better. The grass was greener cause my parents took better care of their lawn than I do, so it's time to grow up and fertilize! Politicians were NEVER honest. We've ALWAYS complained about the price of gas and a blue sky is still just as pretty, but we don't take the time to look at it anymore.

It's the little things

Kim started a job a few weeks ago. She works for a lady who cleans houses. It's a good job and she enjoys the work, and I enjoy the fact that we have extra income.

However, since she's been doing this, she goes into work much earlier. She used to be able to take our youngest son to school around the block.
Now, that job falls to me.
I realized this morning how much I'm enjoying this little thing.

The thing about it that I enjoy so much is, when I drop him off, he runs to the front door. Even if he's not late, he runs. I love that. I don't know why, but something about it strikes me as wonderful.
Now, you've got to understand that he's my son. That means that he's, um, less than graceful when he runs. That doesn't matter. I love to watch him as he's running to get to the school.

It reminds me of a time several years ago when Kim had a job working at the school and I was unemployed, finishing my degree. The twins were just 5 or 6 years old and I think still in pre-school. I would get them going in the morning and to this day some of my fondest memories in life is eating breakfast with them back then.

Some things sound stupid when you are young but as you age they become much more meaningful. "It's the little things that mean a lot" is one of them.