Brennyn’s one year scrapbook is done. Which means I am done scrapbooking. Which is a little depressing since I have a ton of paper, punchouts and stickers left. Plus I will miss that creative outlet. Oh, I suppose I could keep it up. Do a scrapbook every year of the girls life, then send them off to their college dorm rooms with 18 scrapbooks showcasing every mortifying gorgeous moment that often only a mamma could love. No, first year is it. They are going to be busy enough trying to keep their friends from discovering their mother’s blog, they don’t need the physical weight of mortifying gorgeous moments too.
So here, all my hard work, ending up digitalized anyways. Partly to share. Partly to save in the abyss of Internet in case of fire, flood or teenage girls seeking revenge.