Flashback Friday: Siblings.

(Not that I am biased or anything... but I think I was an incredibly cute baby.)

My hunt for old family photographs led me to a ton of fairly unseen photographs of my brother and I. My dad is a photographer, yet somehow our house ended up not having a million photographs of the family hanging throughout the house. As I am sitting here typing this I can only recall a few photos that have graced us with their presence over the years. I attribute this to the fact that my dad took so many pictures of us kids that my parents had no idea what to do with them. 

You know how at other people's houses, or maybe even your house, the parents (or your parents, or you) have hung a bunch of school photographs, family portraits, and a few vacation photos? Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it always seemed so weird to me. It just seems like after a few years you have to replace those pictures with more recent ones. A more recent school photo, family portrait, and a couple pictures from the most recent family vacation. I even saw someone just stick the newest photos on top of the last one inside the picture frame. She has years of school photos in that one frame. It was almost like the wall of photos grew with the family. That sounds way cooler than I originally thought it was. 

(In front of Mr. Pea's house. I really had a neighbor with that name. He kept his yard so nice.)

(Us kids in balloon fiesta shirts again. My dad was so creative with us looking through a rain drop window.)

Maybe this is just my opinion, but I think that instead of hanging a bunch of formal photographs, that need to be replaced with time, around the house, hang the timeless photos. The ones that were taken from a real life moment. From the time the kids got played in a muddy rain puddle, or from the back yard BBQ with neighbors. Because that's really what life is isn't it?

Carli