Well, I feel a bit silly.  Rather than pose this big photo-sharing question on my blog, all I really had to do was ask my teenager.  She didn't know the answer, but she knew how to find out.

(Which, to chase a little rabbit here, reflects the goals of my educating endeavors with my children.  They don't need to know all the answers to everything off the tops of their heads, but I do want them to know how & where to find answers & information when they need it.)

Anyway, SoyCheez grabbed my computer and held my hand just long enough to get me started, then left me to play around and get it all figured out.  Just like a good teacher ought to do.  I'm taking mental notes here.

Teenagers are handy like that for technological questions; that is, provided they are actually around and available.  Which is probably why I went to my bloggy friends rather than the teenager in the first place.  Bloggy friends are generally easier to get a hold of.  :-)  But last night the teenager and I just happened to be talking about the relatives at the reunion, and I just happened to mention a particular picture I'd taken of one of them, and she just happened to want to see it, and while we were looking at it, I just happened to think to ask her my photo-sharing question.  So see, it all just sort of happened.  That's sometimes how it is with teenagers.

Anyway, I just thought I'd mention that.  But I'm not going to turn this into another boring blog post about photo-sharing.  If you are interested in knowing what I found out, go to the comments section of my previous post.  I decided that was the best place to relate my findings.

As for this post, I'd rather continue on this rambling, stream-of-consciousness course by mentioning how much I appreciate those little moments with my little-girl-almost-growed-up.  As she gets older and more independent and closer to the time when she will leave the nest, I've come to cherish little things like sitting on the sofa together looking at pictures and figuring out photobucket.  Not because she is helping me, but because we are doing something together and talking about something other than what chores she needs to do and how much of her own gas she should pay for and whether she should watch a particular movie and all those other potentially-volatile issues of Life With Teenagers.  And I hate it that we have to spend so much time on those not-so-fun conversations, and I realize that I need to work harder at making sure they are far outweighed by the casual, enjoyable moments.  Of course, as I previously noted, those sorts of moments often just "happen".  I just have to set the stage to allow them happen more often.

Which is a good reason for me to get off the computer and get started on my day.  Because the Teenager wants to make hummus today, and if I don't get too far behind on the other things on my to-do list, I can help her.  And then there is that sewing project and that scrapbook project we were going to do together, neither of which will happen during the remaining weeks of summer if I don't start guarding my time a little better.

Besides, I have a little-girl-NOT-so-growed-up-yet waiting for my lap.  And I think I'd better take advantage of that while I can.