The lion sleeps tonight
Sometimes it's easy to forget that I was cute once.
Photo scanning being all the rage these days, my Dad was nice enough to scan this picture of me when I was around 3 months old, to compare with my then 3-month-old daughter. Here is a list of things we learned in this experience, in no particular order:
1) The hardest part about finding a matching yellow lion toy is that the sheer volume of plush lion toys is enough to make one wonder whether or not their numbers exceed real-life lions. So if you were worried about the status of the lion on the endangered plush-species list, don't be. Population: stable.
2) A single old photo scan takes kind of a long time, and it still looks about as comparatively good as the person in it after all that time. By the time my Dad scanned it, touched it up and emailed it to me, he'd spent 20 minutes on this. (And if he's saying 20, I'm saying 30...)
3) I was cute once. See? And I was way, way ahead of the fauxhawk trend.
4) Sending your child a decades-old baby photo that depicts her at the same age her first baby is makes it far too tempting to spend far too much time planning to take an identical-as-possible photo of her own baby.
Now, I'm not exactly proud of myself for fancying up my child and subjecting her to the apparently unruly Mr. Yellow Lionface, but fancy her up I did. She's in a frilly dress and everything. Hey, we're making memories here, people.
After the ordeal, it then occurred to me that it might be nice to scan my whole baby book so that I might compare the 200-ish photos commemorating my entire childhood with the 2000-ish photos I managed to accrue in the first few months of my child's life. Not to mention that, given the condition of my baby pic, it's probably a good idea to get these things scanned before they fade any more.
But man - the time it would take. Do I want to spend an entire weekend scanning and touching up old photos? Um... no way. It was bad enough spending 2 hours looking for that lion.
And so, as I write this, I am waiting on my baby book to come back from Red Bluff, CA, home to the magical scanning elves at GoPhoto. I sent 2 boxes, literally crammed with every piece of photography I could find: photo albums, random envelopes full of miscellaneous negatives, loose pictures - they all made the journey up North, along with my baby book. I didn't bother sorting through anything; since you can delete any of the scans you don't keep and don't have to pay for them, I figured it's easier to sort through them online once everything's digitized. So once I decide that, perhaps, my Freshman 15 doesn't need to be immortalized quite so thoroughly, well, there's a handy delete button.
As for the lion toy, he regrettably met a swift end at the paws (er, teeth...) of my dogs. I'm just glad we got to commemorate his short, baby-slobbered life with a series of somewhat amateurish photographs. Sleep well, Yellow Lion Toy. And don't worry: Mr. Giraffe is still around to play with the baby.