It's No April Fool's Day Joke-I'm Back

Ok. My photo situation is finally somewhat under control.

I haven't obsessed like that in I don't know how long. I have been dreaming about photos every night and working on my little "project", that felt like at least a part-time job, incessantly.

Here's what I did:

1) Scanned, divided, cropped, named, dated, and organized HUNDREDS of snapshots from pre-digital days.

2) Scanned or downloaded all professionally taken photos including ALL school photos, both individual and class photos.

3) Imported all the digital photos stored on our PC-this includes photos from our first digital camera-purchased in mid-1998 until I got my laptop 3 years ago-on to my laptop so I could have all of our photos in my photoshop organizer. These were in pretty sloppy shape, so it involved a lot of looking through each folder looking for misplaced or duplicate photos.

4) Went through all my emails looking for ones with photos that I wanted to keep, and that were big enough worth keeping.

5) Went through all of our CD's and DVD's that that people have given us with photos of various activities, and downloaded, organized, and named each file.

6) Backed up all of these photos in at least 3 different places.

And now I never want to take another picture again in my life. Kidding, kidding.

So has life stood still during the madness? Of course not, life has been busy.

Highlights include:


1) After a grueling 24 hour labor, my sister delivered a sweet little baby girl.

2) Margarita's Destination Imagination Team won their country finals challenge, enabling them to travel to Tennessee for the Global Finals where she will represent Brazil (Is this situation comical to anyone else? My American daughter will travel to the States and be, as far as anyone there is concerned, a Brazilian.).

3) Pedro split his chin one night last week around 8:00 pm when the kids were all ready for bed and Guapo was out of town (of course). I had to load all four kids into a cab to go to our pediatrician's friend who is a plastic surgeon. Although he needed it, he didn't want to put him through the trauma of stitching him up so he taped and glued him up (with the very same products that I have in my first-aid kit) and charged me $250.00.

Pedro had peeled everything off by the next morning.

Oh well, it's pretty far under his chin and he's a boy, right?

Sorry, I'd show you photos of all three events, but at this moment, I don't have it in me to download anymore photos and mess with my perfect organized photo files.

Maybe tomorrow. I promise I'll be a better blog friend in April. :)