Every year in our family we take tens and tens of photos. We like to let special events pass, let plenty of time go by so it is not fresh in our memories, and then months later empty the camera to see if we happened to record on film any of the moments of that special occasion in our family's/children's lives. It's a crapshoot.
To illustrate, take our honeymoon. We actually did bring our camera, and posed for plenty of pictures on our honeymoon; but then I opened the camera and exposed the film, so we actually have no documented proof that we spent that fun week in Carmel/Monterrey, California. Oh, and then we threw away our marriage certificates, so maybe we're not really married anymore. There's little proof.
Here is a little proof that the last four months really happened. Norah got bigger and looked like her Nana and got a new cousin. Isaac continued to perfect his rock star persona. We had friends and family over after Norah was blessed at church. Someone took a rocking family photo of us, personalities intact. We celebrated Christmas. Elliot played the piano at the mall. We pawned Aaron off on a scary dude at Legoland. Good times, all around.