So, this has been a few months in the makings. Is it "a few months in the making" or "a few months in the makingS"? I'm leaning towards no S, but then if you switched to "a few months in the works" you would use the S. So what should I do?
Anyway, most of the four of you know that I have a guilty pleasure here. She's all sappy and pie in the sky and while I read the words she writes, I literally throw up in my mouth a little bit. I mean, really? It's like an English lit class on...I don't know. Something that makes it EXTREME. In fact, I'm gagging just thinking about it. She's so desperate to sound a certain way...but yeah. I can't get enough. I follow her blog and obsess over her pictures and just cannot. get. enough. It's VERY weird.
Anyway, one day she posted this and down at end, she shared a link for her book, way down at the bottom of her page. And I poured over that and loved that just as much, and I HAD to have one. Nevermind that looked into it and hers was over a hundred and sixty bucks. Nevermind that to do one for each life of each of my children (this was in November) would have run me into a thousand bucks. Nevermind that I don't have the time or the patience or, I don't know, the PHOTOGRAPHS to fill these books. I had to have one.
So I made one. For Warren, for his second year. It's way way WAY smaller than hers, but you know what? I don't really mind. It took me six months, but I don't really mind about that either. Would I like to go back and do each year? Sure. Am I going to? Probably not. But I would like to start Ava's for this year and MAYBE Scott's for last year and then start on this year, but who knows. Because I also have a lot of actual paper scrapbooking to do- I do NOT love the digital look. I was afraid I might, and who knows, maybe I will when I get the book. But for now, I have a lot of actual scrapping to do. And a lot of working out. And feeding my little Junebug. And trying to get Warren to either stop pooping his pants or stop taking his diapers off to pee in the toilet. And making dinner and giving baths because, you guessed it- Nick is gone. Again. For...let's just call it the entire summer. He'll be home for a week in the middle, but he'll still have to work, it won't be a week off. But my mama is going to come and rescue me, so that's what I'm trying to focus on.
Anyway. If you want to see the book, you either follow this link, or try the big picture of it, I'm not sure which one would be easier. This newfangled internet still confuses me.