...And You Have Their Shoes

We got to spend the week with Erin, Nicholas and Adam. Zion took a particular liking to Erin's pink shoes.

("SAWA! ZION'S WEAWING MY PWETTY PINK SHUUUUUUES!")



Directly after I took this picture, Mike stood in the background yelling, "WOULD YOU STOP TAKING PICTURES OF THIS?!?"

A Couple of Things to Report

First of all, we had our meeting at work yesterday about schedules and such. We decided, as a department, that our schedules, for the time being, will remain the way they are.

This means I get to stay employed.

For those of you who are concerned with the fact that I don't get to stay home with my kiddo - fear not! I'm home with him all week long. I only work on the weekends when his grandparents or great-grandparents are available to hang with him.

The second resolution that happened this week is this:

I am now working part-time at the Kansas Scrapbooker's Dream. Why is this a resolution, you may ask? Because my scrapbooking budget was really beginning to jeopardize our lifestyle - we tend to enjoy things like electricity, groceries, and the ocassional trip to the gas station. Now, I can work to support my habit, while (within reason) choosing the hours I work. Again, I'm only working when Zion's grandparents, great-grandparents, or Mike are home (so far).

I just wanted to say how much I appreciated everyone's comments and support over the last few weeks, and to let you know that (knocking on wood) things seem to be looking better. =)

And, while I'm here and it's 4am, I'd like to go ahead and brag about how productive I've been. I finished my first star scrapbooker layout. I also completed a double layout for Waynette's circle journal with Pooh-bear quotes. Finally, I altered a Moose bucket. Don't even ask. It was on the free table SCREAMING to be altered.. so I did. I'm itching to be creative this week.. not sure why. It just feels like I got bitten or something.

Now if I could just figure out a way to become independently wealthy really fast, this day would be complete.

Shawn's Blog Challenge

What made me start scrapbooking...

First of all, let me just say that I had a hard time understanding this hobby. I've always been fairly crafty, and I remember wandering around Hobby Lobby and Michael's and thinking, "Scrapbooking? That's what photo albums are for.."

Just before Christmas, when Zion was two months old, my sister-in-law gave us a mini-album. It was the little baby boy kit that they sell all over the place - the blue one.

She had taken pictures in the hospital the day Zion was born of things I didn't even know had happened! All kinds of beautiful black and whites.. it was such an awesome book it brought me to tears.

That sealed the deal for me - I was a scrapbooker from that moment.

My mother-in-law hooked me up with a scrapbooker from her church, who referred me to SD. I checked out the Independence store first. I think I was in there for about four hours, just wandering around looking at the layouts on the wall, and realizing just how expensive this hobby could get.

Almost two years later, and I was right - it's a really expensive hobby! I've taken a part-time job just to support the habit.. sigh. It's worth it, though, right? Passing down through the generations, telling your story (and everyone else's). I keep trying to convince my husband...

Five Minutes

Here I sit with my first five minutes to myself (literally people) since Sunday morning at 6am.

Something's missing here. I'm not sure what it is, but I just have this strange empty feeling.. it's been growing lately. I still have all the usual qualms about everything - not enough time with Zion or Mike, worrying about my job, wondering if we're going to be able to make this month's budget (budget? wth's a budget?) - usual mom stuff.

But I feel like I'm approaching something big. I keep trying to figure it out, and I'm guessing, but nothing feels right. Almost like a lifestyle change is due. Does that make sense?

I believe we all change constantly, and that the core of your person stays where it is. But this just feels like it's bigger than me - like a higher power is saying, HELLO - it's time to do something different.

I just wish I could get half a clue as to what it is.