Yesterday I sat with a couple of my kids as they looked through the scrapbooks.
We laughed at old hairstyles and clothes.
We remembered fun times.
We noticed how much Branden's baby pictures look like Isabelle.
(and just for kicks...here is a picture of me at a similar age)
It was fun.
Also, anytime the boys came across a page where I attempted to wax even remotely poetic in my scrapbooking...
My kids mocked me.
So, it was also...what?
Humbling, embarrassing, annoying, and mildly hurtful.
A typical day with kids in that way I suppose.