It's all fun and games 'til someone pulls out the scrapbook and starts digging into your past. We all have those photos that should never have been taken. Seriously, what inspired my mother to take a picture of my 4-year-old backside when I sported a super swimmingsuit wedgy? Why did a picture of me picking my nose ever make it into the books...a constant reminder that some habits weren't the easiest for me to break.
Now that I am a Mom I find myself following the same disturbing pattern. Something about the sight of Isac bopping into the room wearing Haddy's dress and hair bow made my fingers itch to take a picture. I'll keep it tucked away somewhere and use it only when necessity demands.