I’m still not entirely sold on the bangs. We have two very opposing opinions going on at our house, and the jury is still very much out. Mark likes it. In fact, his eyes lit up a bit and he told me I looked like a whole new woman. (!)
Emma, on the other hand, doesn’t like it.
“I thought you liked new things,” I asked her.
“SOME new things, not ALL new things,” she said.
We were all up past our bedtimes last night. Each of the girls brought home a class scrapbook and we had to hunker down and make our pages. Truth be told, although Emma brought hers yesterday I’ve been in total denial about Sarah’s. We’ve had hers for about three weeks. (gulp)
In theory, this is a very nice idea. Each kid (with help of family) makes a double-spread about him/her. It’ll look great when it’s all done. But for some reason I just couldn’t bear to delve into my paper supplies and force myself to be arty. I couldn’t face scrolling through thousands upon thousands of photos to choose a handful for our layout. Oh yeah, and I hate scrapbooking. I love scrapbooks – when they’re well done they’re gorgeous, and I love the idea of someone documenting their family’s life that way. But personally, I find it immensely overwhelming. I can’t even face the idea of scrapbooking. (Yet here I am, with my photo-filled blog. How ironic huh?)
Thankfully, Mark saved the day and offered to help. He took care of the photos and I helped the girls do a very simple layout and short captions.
Now that the scrapbooks are out of the house I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
Now I need to snap into action and clear up my backlog of work too.
