Flashback Friday: The random things

You most likely know by now that I'm 99.5% random.  I laugh at all of the wrong times, too loudly.  I think of the most inappropriate things at the strangest moments.  I cry at the drop of a hat anymore.  (Thanks, Mom, for passing that on to me.)  I record things on post-it notes in my office like, "07/13/2010 11:19am:  First notice mouse batteries critically low" so that I can see how long it takes before they actually die.  I have this theory that Logitech and the battery company are in cahoots.  Oh, that's another thing.  I develop a lot of conspiracy theories.

Another thing is that I take pictures of random things.  After I do I always end up thinking, "Why in the world did I just do that?"  Then, months and years later, I'll look at the picture and it will remind me of a time, place, or thing that otherwise (prior to the advent of the digital age) would not have been deemed worthy of photographing and would have, as a result, been forgotten forever.

No longer, friends.

Because now, I will forever remember the following things:

The time I took a photo of my three month old and two and a half year old side by side to record their identical 16" waists

The time I let Ben and Abby have a sleepover in her bed, only to find her mostly assaulting him mid-REM cycle

The time Abby tried to bypass the ladder and attempted to climb a 4x4 to get to the top of the playground

The time Abby got herself stuck in my bed, suspended mid-air

The time I opened the trash can to find that my six year old son had taken it upon himself to hoist our rusted, old metal wagon into it all by his-very-own-determined-hoss-self

The time I couldn't get to my camera fast enough to record the most unusual sleeping position by my seven month old, Sarah

The time Ben played on the computer wearing a suit

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but they never mention that the worth of a single photo is priceless.  

Even a random one.

Happiest of Fridays to you all.