Saturday, August 30, 2008
Lainie's First Day LO
Paper:
Sock Monster Finds 2nd set of solids girls by Jen Wilson (JenWilsonDesigns.com)
Frames:
Stacked Photo Clusters by Katie Pertiet (www.designerdigitals.com)
Flowers:
Happy kit by Julia Makotinsky (littledreamerdesigns.com)
Journaling:
I Trust You'll Treat Her Well
Author: Victor Buono
Dear World:
I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long.. and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sun when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine.
Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.
Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells...and deadlines...and she'll learn to giggle...and gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.
No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things...like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes.
For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and mother and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ...which is only right. But no longer will I be the smartest woman in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group...with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.
She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud...or kiss dogs...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer.
Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.
So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
"Our life" scrapbook album
She made a scrapbook out of a LIFE game board. You could absolutely find one of these at a thrift store or garage sale. Hmmm . . . I'm going to make a mini album for the school charity auction. Maybe I should make this . . . I think it would get some bids . . . I'd bid on it anyway :)
Here are the instructions to make it.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sisters LO
Sakura Spring kit by Annie Manning ~ Paint the moon designs (Oscraps.com)
stitches
Essential Stitches 1 by Syrin (catscrap.com)
Ribbon
Ultimate Flat Pack by cinnamon designs (cinnamon-designs.com)
Font
CK DOuble Mou
Frame:
Stacked Photo CLusters #2 by Katie Pertiet (designerdigitals.com)
title alpha:
scratchy alpha by cinnamon designs (cinnamon-designs.com)
Photos:
by Jen Stewart Photography
Journaling
She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who
sees you at your worst and
best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child. - Barbara Alpert
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Unbelievable LO
These Little Moments kit by Lisa Sisneros (littledreamerdesigns.com)
Stitching
Essential stitches 1 by Syrin (catscrap.com)
Stitches shapes by Syrin (catscrap.com)
Title
Crackled Alpha by Aja Abney (scrapartist.com)
Flowers
Beth Kit by Cori Gammon (designerdigitals.com)
Paint
Messy Paint Smear by Michelle Martin (scrapartist.com)
Staple:
RAD collection by Kim CHristensen
Journaling:
Do you know how amazing you are.
Truely?
Do you know how your inner beauty shines through in everything you do?
Friday, August 22, 2008
New Year of school , New Glasses and new music
As you read in the post below, Wednesday was the first day of school. We always get new shoes for school and a new outfit, and then the morning of, we take pictures out by the post in the front yard. Apparently the tree out front grew by leaps and bounds this year because the morning of ~ the tree blacked out all the kids and the pictures turned out horrible. So I made Ev climb up and pull down the branch so it didn't block the kids faces. He moaned and complained about it but did it, so now the kids are all squinting into the sun :) I really need to learn more about metering . . . JEN???
Here's Isaiah all spiffy and shiny in his new clothes, shoes & bookbag (more on those later)
Here's Isaiah's first friend that he ran into from last year, T.
Alorah all pretty in her new dress, shoes & spiderweb hairdo.
Seeing one of her best friends first thing that morning.
The 5th grade girls (quite a few of them)
Oh and as for the new music, I posted some new songs over on the right ~ for those of you that groove to my tunes. For those of you that don't . . . too bad for you :)
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
My Baby Girls First Day of Kindergarten
I Trust You'll Treat Her Well
Author: Victor Buono
Dear World:
I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long.. and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sun when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine.
Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.
Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells...and deadlines...and she'll learn to giggle...and gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.
No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things...like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes.
For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and mother and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ...which is only right. But no longer will I be the smartest woman in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group...with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.
She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud...or kiss dogs...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer.
Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.
So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
All about US album
PAGE TITLE: Vital Statistics
Full name:
Date of birth:
Place of birth:
Current occupation:
Height:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Secret birthmark/mole:
Shoe size:
Favorite color:
PAGE TITLE: Let’s Get Personal
Cutest nickname:
Random act of kindness:
Favorite inside joke:
Ticklish spot:
Words I love to hear:
Quirks:
Hidden talents:
Bad habits:
Pet Peeves:
Best feature:
PAGE TITLE: LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
The Details:
What I really thought:
PAGE TITLE: Playtime
Best party ever:
Favorite plaything:
Favorite play place:
Most expensive toy:
Favorite funny face to make (see picture):
Favorite play clothes:
Favorite dumb joke:
Favorite board game:
Sport I’m best at:
Sport I’m worst at:
PAGE TITLE: WE ARE IN THE MOOD FOR FOOD
Favorite late night munchie
Favorite fast food
Favorite ethnic food:
Most romantic restaurant:
Mom’s best recipe:
Favorite guilty pleasure:
Favorite food on a stick:
Yummiest candy bar:
Favorite cereal:
Worst Restaurant:
Strangest food ritual:
Favorite Drive thru:
Food that reminds me of me:
Food that reminds me of you:
PAGE TITLE: World Records
Longest time one of us kept the other waiting:
Most expensive traffic ticket:
Longest time apart:
Longest day:
Shortest night:
Scariest close call:
Most embarrassing moment:
Best apology:
PAGE TITLE: Stranded on a deserted
Book I’d miss the most:
Food and drink I’d crave:
Cd I’d hate living without:
Friend I’d want to talk to:
Hygiene product I’d miss:
Who I’d want to save us:
What I’d like best about it:
What I’d like least about it:
Tool I’d need most often:
Magazine I’d want:
What I’d be most afraid of:
How long would I be stranded:
What would get on my nerves:
What I’d do when I first got home:
PAGE TITLE: Favorites
Favorite holiday:
Favorite book(s):
Favorite Tv show:
Favorite movie(s):
Favorite song(s):
Favorite website:
Favorite thing I ever made:
My favorite thing to do when it’s quiet:
Favorite weather:
Favorite car:
PAGE TITLE: Little known Facts
Jobs I’ve had:
What I always wanted to be when I grew up:
One thing I’ll never throw away:
Something I wish I could throw away:
My most treasured personal possession:
Something that triggers a memory:
Something I’m embarrassed to admit I like:
My favorite thing about my spouse:
My dream vacation:
PAGE TITLE: Stepping out
My idea of a perfect evening:
Couple we enjoy doubling with:
Favorite “stepping out” attire:
My idea of a classy place:
My idea of a real dump:
My favorite public display of affection:
I’m never too tired to:
My favorite way to start the evening:
My favorite way to end the night:
My idea of staying out late:
Thursday, August 7, 2008
All of it tagged :) Now there's no excuse not to scrap!