After our return home, the lovely woman who takes pictures of the kids for us about once a year came by to drop them off. I didn't order any storyboards this time: a couple 8x10s, a couple 11x14s and a bunch of smaller prints. This time I got a digital print so I could use it for holiday cards in a few months. A quick trip to the frame shop and I had frames for the 2 11x14s plus one more to reframe R.'s portrait from the mid 1990s. Somehow, the wood of the frame got mildewed, while leaving the matte and print intact. Go figure. R. got everything up on the wall -- I pulled one of T.'s 8x10 school photos from a couple years ago down and replaced it with one of the 8x10s (T.'s photo moved into a binder in a photo page). The other 8x10 went into a frame scavenged from the basement. Since it was an easel frame, it is now sitting on top of a bookcase upstairs in the master suite.
There's still a stack of photos in boxes waiting to be mailed out to relatives and/or inserted into albums, but I did get the web images off the disk and onto FB. This was definitely one of those days where I went, wow, a year ago, it would have just all stayed in a stack on a shelf or table somewhere until I got around to mailing the small prints -- and the rest of it would have _stayed_ in a stack indefinitely, maybe moving into a drawer or up to the office or similar.
Altho today I did finally concede two things I'd been denying for a while. (1) The binders are too full; I need more. *sigh* This is the problem with albums. It just encourages more photos. (2) I need an 11x14 album, if I'm not going to just cover every inch of wall space in the house. Which we have decided We Are Not Going To Do.