Hey, Mrs. Wilson!

Noah is still working on his ginormous project, but I moved Liliana into her own room so that I could use our other laptop in our bedrrom.  The screen is busted, so it’s hooked up to the biggest oldest monitor ever.  Thus, unmovable; which kind of makes it more of a desktop than a laptop, but this post is not about that.

I love scrapbooking (or “crapbooking” as someone not commenting as themselves commented on the last post) at Jen’s house. She’s got all the stuff and I like to use it. She was finishing a page when I got there, and I was starting anew.  Soon, so was she.

Starting a new page is agonizing. At least it was for us last night. The whole what the deuce am I going to do with these photos? thing.  I think we finally both came away with pages that we loved, but that getting-the-idea part? SO HORRIBLE.

Jen’s got a quote on a shelf of her scrapbooking room (yah!  she’s got a WHOLE ROOM!) that says, “Trying to scrapbook every picture is like highlighting every word in a book” or something to that effect.  I said I’m not trying to scrapbook every photo, just every moment.  She said she wanted to frame that.

I loved her end result. I honestly love scrapbooking. Yes, I KNOW I’m nerdy, sheesh! It’s a bit like blogging in that there are some posts/pages I think are pretty much useless and I’d love to trash them, and there’s some posts/pages that I’d love framed on my wall.  But, I keep them all because they all hold something. Some kind of memory that I felt was worthy of a post/page.

By the time you read this post, my children will be at Jen’s house, and Noah and I will be frolicking in our child-less freedom.  At least for a couple hours.