Wonderings and Wanderings

Here is a picture of what has been occupying my time lately!   My beautiful niece and very handsome nephew.  Blake is a great big brother – taking care of Morgan, asking to hold her, sharing his hotwheels with her even though she can’t play with them yet.  You can see why I’d rather be spending time with them.

Took the youth to Crossover Festival in Camdenton, MO, this weekend.  I’m really tired right now after a very short night last night so I won’t post much.  The bands were great and I was introduce to a couple of new ones I really liked.  The weather was perfect.  You couldn’t ask for any better weather.  The kids enjoyed it.  It was pretty much all good except the exit Saturday night.  I, along with one middle school boy who was riding with me, literally sat for 1 hour going nowhere trying to leave the parking lot.  11 pm – midnight we just sat barely moving.  It was so crazy and incredibly frustrating because we still had an hour drive home.  It was just poorly organized on exciting with tons and tons of cars going through one single-file exit.  With early church this morning it was a very short night. 

I’m scrapbooking.

Telling you this feels like I’m confessing that I still suck my thumb under the cover of night.  Which I don’t.  Unless highly stressed.  But still… I feel like I’m betraying my childhood covenant to "Tom-boy-ish-ness". Scrapbooking seems so wrong; so feminent; so, so, so … crafty. 

But I have a nephew and now a niece.  And they have scrapbook-worthy faces.  Their pictures scream for blue matte layouts and adorable phrases like "Cute as a button" and "Little Princess". (the latter is for Morgan, my niece, in case you were wondering.)

I’ve finished a short baby book for Morgan and am beginning the same for Blake.  I was able to organize all my pictures today by date to ease the process. Now I just have to spend ridiculous amounts of money on cute little stickers, pretty paper and tools that make you look like you really know what you’re doing.

Here is a little sample from Morgan’s book:

I will wake up in the morning (or later this morning seeing how it is 12:30 am right now) and wonder if I really confessed such things to the general population or whether it was a dream. And this post will confirm it for me. I am no longer a closet scrapbooker.  I will not, however, carry a bag around with pictures of Blake and Morgan making up the design or hang a colorful flag outside my door for every possible season and holiday that exists.  There are some lines I shall not cross and if I do, as my friends, please force me to seek help.

This weekend I’m headed to Crossover in Camdenton with some youth. Great line-up of Christian bands. I am suppose to take some pictures for possible publication so I’m excited about that.  Photography is hobby I can claim with great pride.  Especially since I recently received a very, very nice 35 mm camera as a gift to develop my photo skills. Let’s just hope that in the middle of taking pictures I don’t subconsciously create in my mind a page layout for a scrapbook.