OK, so you gotta start somewhere, right? I love my scrapbooking, but the lure of staying out for whole evenings with the girls and pondering over which of the 5 of the 100's of pictures to put on a scrapbook page hasn't beckoned in about 3 years or so. And whenever I have tried to open things up at home, I am always met with at least two boys wanting to raid my stickers to decorate something in their bedroom (a wall, a bed, their desk), or at least cut the heads off my photos to glue on to a magazine ad. If it were a Vogue model's body instead of a Dove ad, that might be OK, but alas, that is never the case. And then it's dinner-time and I gotta put everything away.
Anyhow, my friend Lisa turned me on to this blogging thing, and even though there will be a good 5-6 year gap in documenting the boys lives, I'm gonna give it a shot. At least they don't have to fight over who gets this scrapbook when I die.
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