Help!!

I don't take NEAR the amount of photos that a lot of people do, and I am already overwhelmed with the organization needed to keep things in order.

How do you organize your digital photos? I want to use dates, but without a descriptive title how will I ever find what I'm looking for?

What's your method? Any tips?

More of Jenny

[Jenny pushes several buttons on the phone then holds it to her ear]

Hello? Hello? Is Jenny there? Hi! Um. . . is anybody in there?

a few hours later . . .

[Jenny throws herself upon the floor]

No, I NOT contrary!!

Laughter

Favourite Uncle

Jenny: I want more fruit snacks

Mommy: No. You've already have fruit snacks. You can have more after you eat dinner.

Jenny: Waaaaaaaaaaaa! *sniffle sniffle* I want Roane come over and help me cry better.

James Nearly Rolls, Jenny Sings

Peek-a-Boo

Jenny grabs my silk curtains with her grubby hands and twists them all around her.

We play peek-a-boo for a minute because I know it's completely futile asking her to not touch them.

After a minute I get sick of the game and fail to respond. Then I hear her plaintive little voice say (muffled within the fabric) "Where am me? Where am me, Mommy?"

The Sweetest Thing

Yesterday was a hard day at Church. Fussy baby and resistant primary children. My daughter threw a tantrum at the end of church because she didn't want to go home. Husband was dawdling talking to someone and I decided to leave without him. My feet hurt because none of my shoes fit post pregnancy. I was pushing the stroller with a crying baby in it, trying to get the toddler to walk instead of sit down in the middle of the street and play with rocks.

I finally motivated her into moving by chasing her down the sidewalk. Once we got close to our house I passed her and headed down the driveway. Then she had her final meltdown.

Sitting in the dirt, screaming "NO!! You chase ME mommy!" She was not happy with my passing her.

James was still crying in the stroller and I was in a hurry to get inside and nurse him. I couldn't leave Jenny out in the street unattended, and I was trying to coax her inside.

I offered letting her push her shopping cart. I offered candy. I offered bath time. Nothing worked.

Suddenly James stopped crying. I felt my stress level instantly drop a notch.

At the same time I saw Brent striding towards us at the end of the street. He looked so handsome and tall walking toward me carrying his leather bag and wearing his dark suit. I have one sexy husband!

I pointed him out to Jenny and encouraged her to go run to him. It took her a minute to figure out where I was pointing and to see him. When she saw him she instantly stopped whining, stood up, and ran to him.

In that moment I felt such joy. Yes I had been having a hard day. However, seeing my adorable child totter down the street with her arms out happily shrieking "Daddy!" and giggling as she ran, and watching the love of my life walk briskly toward her and call out her name, filled my heart to the brim.

I love these people. They are my life.

It was the sweetest, most perfect moment, watching those two run to each other.

I am confident my life will be filled with many more such wonderful moments, but how can such joy be surpassed?

This is what it's all about.