Meltdown

I had a bit of a meltdown last week. I was upset, crying and could not be consoled in any way, shape or form. You see, I was all set to tell you all about my Native American heritage while showing you some photos of my babies as newborns so that you can see that they do indeed favor me. However, as I looked for my photos from Colby's birth I became agitated. They were not to be found. Anywhere. I have come to the heartwrenching conclusion that when my Ex took some things from my house shortly after or during our divorce he managed to get those along with some papers, my engagement ring and some other small things I had saved and put away for my girls. What would seem bleak, the loss of the only birth photos of my child born almost 19 years ago, is not so bleak. I called my mother crying and upset. Like most mommas do she managed to calm me down and sooth my hurt. My mother has copies of all my photos and then some. All is not lost. She is sending me negatives and photos, the world has been set to rights and life is again good. In the aftermath this set me to another minor crisis. I began to obsess about the VHS tape I have of Colby as an infant. A tape that will date in just about 2 months as 19 years old. 19 years old! How long do VHS tapes and images last before they begin to breakdown, the images fade or the integrity of the tape itself falter and break? Exactly! I don't know either!! So I got all upset (again!) and began a misson Friday morning to hunt out and claim for myself the technology to preserve the only tape in existance of my child as an infant almost 19 years ago. Now you might suggest that I send this tape off or take it to a studio and have it copied. You might, and that would be good. But, knowing the only images of your first born is on that tape (and it is the only tape!) would you hand it off to strangers without being worried sick over something happening to it out of your control and all being lost for eternity? I thought not, too. After much research, talking to sales people, hunting down the product, I made this purchase. The set up was simple (almost too simple). In a matter of a few minutes, connecting an rca cable, and pressing a button, the only VHS tape of infant Colby was transferred to DVD. All VHS tapes will now be copied over to DVD. Everything will be archived, a copy placed in the safe deposit box and I will rest and get over this obsessive behavior. In other news, I am off to the pediatrician this morning. It is time for the baby to have his vaccination. Ugh! I hate the neccesary evil of immunizations. I am prepared with infant tylenol drops and hoping he won't have a rough time with it. Colby and Gracie would run a fever and be cranky for a couple days after their shots and I do dread that whiney fussiness and hope it doesn't inflict itself upon him. Meanwhile you get the anticipation of seeing him in his little sailor suit later. When he is bathed and dressed and ready to go I plan to photograph him in his going-to-the-doctor-dudds because this little man is far too cute not too. Do I sound like a doting mother? Because. I. Am.