The Instagram bandwagon, that is. Are you on it? If so, kindly leave me your username below so that I can stalk follow you. I’ll leave you nice comments and stuff. Promise.
Anyway, I thought I’d throw in the occasional Instagram shot once in a while. The above is a snap of Jamie’s baby book, which I’m slowly getting up-to-date. After my experience with Pete’s baby book, I was determined with Jamie that I would not leave it until he turned one, because then it just becomes an insurmountable, mammoth task.
A couple of friends have asked me how I find time to do scrapbooking with three children under three. The answer is quite simple: I give up sleep for it. This weekend, I have about five hundred little photos to cut up for the boys’ various scrapbooks and while I can think of at least ten other things I would rather be doing (e.g. sleep), I’m convinced that it’s a worthwhile exercise.
Days often fly by without the chance for me to slow down and appreciate the boys’ hilarious antics and all the ways they’re changing and growing. Scrapbooking allows me to do this. Plus, I know I’m creating something valuable because these are essentially the memoirs of our family – a documentation of our children’s life and our life together as a family.
Thank you to everyone for your condolences for our friends. The memorial service was just perfect – a great testament to their trust in God and the eternal hope we have as Christians. My prayer is that God continues to sustain them – every second of every minute of every hour of every day.
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How gorgeous is this pink plant? It graced the balcony at the holiday place we stayed at in August, and I couldn’t resist taking some macro wannabe shots with my new lens. Anyway, I think this plant should totally become my blog mascot – spider web and all. Your thoughts?
To my amazement yesterday, I actually completed my BAS and lodged both our tax returns. If it weren’t for the fact that I had to run the infamous PC-only eTax software from our 2003 IBM Thinkpad (yes, remember those?), I could probably have wrapped up by 8pm (seriously ATO, you need to get your act together). On the up side, having to wait for 10 seconds after every mouse click meant that I finished cutting some 300 photos for Jamie’s baby book.
Whoever said tax and scrapbooking don’t mix?
Happy belated Sunday peeps!
Last year when Pete was still a baby, Angus would hurry to the door of the nursery whenever he could hear Pete crying. Not even a year later, I now watch Pete rush to the very same door whenever Jamie’s crying can be heard (which is often).
Is that deja vu or what? But deja vu of the sweetest kind, for sure.
I do apologise for the long breaks between updates recently. My (very legitimate) excuse is that I’m in the final throes of clearing my bigger-than-everest backlog of scrapbooking and photobooking and I’m determined to wrap it up this week. Just two days ago, I cut up a thousand little photos and have finger blisters to show for it. Please insert that into your dictionary as the new definition of determination (or insanity).
Anyway, today is the Chinese mid-autumn festival and as a result, I am craving moon cake in a very bad way (lest you forget I am actually Chinese deep down inside). Are semi-diabetic people allowed to eat moon cake? I say yes. My husband and endocrinologist say no.
Insert frustrated face here: >_<
// Finishing off some scrapbooking…
// Reading the cafe menu…
// Conversing on the driveway…
// Indulging in tri-flavoured wafers…
// Catching up with great friends…
It’s true. I’ve finally finished off a ‘memoir book’ of sorts that traces our relationship/marriage these last seven years: from courting, being engaged, getting married, falling pregnant, losing Cameron, giving birth to Angus, giving birth to Pete, falling pregnant with Jamie and all the adventures in between.
I’ve had the idea for two years now and I’ve finally done it. The sense of satisfaction is almost indescribable but more importantly, I’ve loved reliving all those beautiful and significant moments of our life together. It’s reminded me of how blessed I am to be married to such a wonderful man. No, he is not perfect. But he is perfect for me.
(Don’t tell my endocrinologist about those wafers. They’re probably not what he had in mind when he told me on Thursday that I needed to change – read: improve – my diet if I were to delay the inevitable onset of diabetes. But you guys, those wafers are like the yummiest snack ever. That makes it okay, right? No? Okay. No more after I finish this packet…)
What does one do while one recovers from the shock of one’s spouse being in a shocking car accident?
One does scrapbooking of course.
Here are the 427 miniature photos that I finished cutting today for Pete’s ‘first year’ journal.
It was a brainless task which my brain was very happy for me to be doing. It’s great when my brain and I agree. It happens once in a while.
Though my fingers are a little sore, there’s no time to rest.
All 427 photos need to be stuck down and I need to come up with somewhat meaningful and funny comments to go with each photo. Hopefully my brain will co-operate, having had a break for most of the day.
And for those who are wondering: The big car has been officially written off.
But my husband is alive. Thank God my husband is alive.
Oh the mental torture of scrapbooking!
Given that Angus is almost four months old, I decided last week that it was high time to get into this baby scrapbooking business.
Sadly, with my physiological need to have a system for everything, I had to first devise my scrapbooking system slash plan:
Do I get that baby book or this one? Does the baby book actually cover everything i want to record? What if I think of something extra to include? What do I do then? Maybe I should use the baby journal binder I already have instead? Or maybe I should use both? Do I print photos and put them in an album or do I get a photo book printed? If the former, should I get a slip-in album or a dry mount album? What colour should I choose? If photo book, then what size should it be and what theme would look best? Soft cover or hard cover? Do I stick cards into a book or stick them in a memory box? Do I get a brag book? How many should I get? How many pages should each have? Which photos do I put in the brag book? Plus, what sort of things am I meant to keep of Angus’? Lock of hair? Hand prints and foot prints? Nail clippings (gross!)? First tooth (ditto!)? Wait, am I scrapbooking or concocting some weird potion to turn a frog into a prince?
Clearly I am nuts but this is simply how my brain is wired. And no, it is not the sleep deprivation talking.
The upside of all this scrapbooking debacle is that I have had an excuse to visit kikki K and actually purchase more than just the usual pencil. Yes, their stationery is (slightly) overpriced, but I’ve somehow managed to justify the expenditure by telling the voice in my head that I haven’t bought anything since the new year – except for a couple of iPhone apps (which don’t really count) and my disastrous haircut (which I’d written off as a sunk cost anyway).
Whoever said it’s not fun to be a mum?