Sunday, April 17, 2011
10 Things I Like About Me.
I have been wanting to do this page for ages. I find it hard to scrap pictures of myself, mostly because I hate those pictures. I don't really photograph well and it always seems like unflatering pictures are always taken of me. My hubby took this picture of me. It only took him about 30 takes. Yep it's a spin off the teen movie 10 things i hate about you. I find it easy to find things I don't like about myself so I wanted to challenge myself to find things I like about myself and document them.
Project 12. Face painting.
Better late than never. I did actually have it done on time, I just lost my camera so I couldn't post it. Then I went to hang up the curtains mom made me in my scraproom and there it was.
This is the February sketch.
and this is my take on it.
And there you have it. My crazy kids with their faces painted. :)
This is the February sketch.
and this is my take on it.
And there you have it. My crazy kids with their faces painted. :)
Sunday, February 27, 2011
January Project 12. Sometimes you have 2 smile.
I have decided to join the Project 12 challenge this year. I'm cutting it pretty close with today being the last day to upload. These pictures are from my nephews Baptism. The journalling is hidden under a picture on the second page. I didn't follow the sketch because I didn't have the right photos. TFL. *updated photos. I really need to stop taking photos at night.
the journalling is under this picture.
the journalling is under this picture.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Mommy?
M: Yes sweetie?
Q: What am I delergic to?
M: Nothing.
Q: Well Romeo, he's delergic to ladybugs!
He makes me smile that kid of mine.
Q: What am I delergic to?
M: Nothing.
Q: Well Romeo, he's delergic to ladybugs!
He makes me smile that kid of mine.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
He.
He is our youngest child. Born just a little over six years after our last child. Our little love bug.
He is Our son.
He is sweet.
He is stubborn. Really stubborn. Like his mommy.
He is incredibly shy. Once he feels comfortable with you he becomes the exact opposite. Like his mom.
He is competitive. He is driven to win. Like his Daddy.
He is the cuddle bug. Like his dad.
He is ooooh so picky. Just like momma.
He loves music. Like we both do, however I do believe he sings better than the rest of us.
He is coordinated. Like his Daddy. Definitely like his dad.
He's become a sleeper like his mom. Lots of patients were required.
He is inquisitive. Eager to learn new things. He's like his mom.
He is mischievous. Just like Dad!
He is funny. That kid says the funniest things ever. More like his dad.
He is the sunlight in our day. The piece that completes our puzzle. A masterpiece of OUR love.
He is Our son.
He is sweet.
He is stubborn. Really stubborn. Like his mommy.
He is incredibly shy. Once he feels comfortable with you he becomes the exact opposite. Like his mom.
He is competitive. He is driven to win. Like his Daddy.
He is the cuddle bug. Like his dad.
He is ooooh so picky. Just like momma.
He loves music. Like we both do, however I do believe he sings better than the rest of us.
He is coordinated. Like his Daddy. Definitely like his dad.
He's become a sleeper like his mom. Lots of patients were required.
He is inquisitive. Eager to learn new things. He's like his mom.
He is mischievous. Just like Dad!
He is funny. That kid says the funniest things ever. More like his dad.
He is the sunlight in our day. The piece that completes our puzzle. A masterpiece of OUR love.
Friday, January 28, 2011
She.
She is our second born. The middle child. The only girl.
She is his daughter.
She is loyal. She will always be there for her family and friends, and they will always come first. I know she will take this with her throughout her life, just like her Dad.
She is hardworking. It may not always come easy to her but the effort she puts in when she's focussed always pays off. like him.
She is an early riser. The crack of dawn early. On the weekends early. Out and walking the dog at 6:30 am early. With you guessed it, her Dad by her side.
She is ridiculously silly. Like her Dad. Two peas in a pod.
She is a sore loser. Yep, like her Daddy. Sports, games, video games, cards, you name it.They she must win. They she can't even fake loose for Q.
She is social. Always has been. Loves to be out doing things surrounded by people.
She can be negative sometimes. like him. It can take a lot of talking and coaxing to changethier her mind.
She loves easily. Forgives quickly. She gets that from him.
She is a follower. While I know she can take the lead when she wants to she would much rather follow the crowd. She wants to fit in, that's important to her.
She sings bad. like him, and I'm not so sure they know it;)
She had my heart the moment I laid eyes on her. Her beauty stuns me at times. She is the spice in the mix. Just like him.
Next time. He.
She is his daughter.
She is loyal. She will always be there for her family and friends, and they will always come first. I know she will take this with her throughout her life, just like her Dad.
She is hardworking. It may not always come easy to her but the effort she puts in when she's focussed always pays off. like him.
She is an early riser. The crack of dawn early. On the weekends early. Out and walking the dog at 6:30 am early. With you guessed it, her Dad by her side.
She is ridiculously silly. Like her Dad. Two peas in a pod.
She is a sore loser. Yep, like her Daddy. Sports, games, video games, cards, you name it.
She is social. Always has been. Loves to be out doing things surrounded by people.
She can be negative sometimes. like him. It can take a lot of talking and coaxing to change
She loves easily. Forgives quickly. She gets that from him.
She is a follower. While I know she can take the lead when she wants to she would much rather follow the crowd. She wants to fit in, that's important to her.
She sings bad. like him, and I'm not so sure they know it;)
She had my heart the moment I laid eyes on her. Her beauty stuns me at times. She is the spice in the mix. Just like him.
Next time. He.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
He.
While I think about who my children are most like on a daily basis I never really thought to blog about it until I saw it on Stephanie Howell's blog. I loved her post so much that I wanted to do some layouts with the journaling from these posts. While I love that all of my kidlets are their own person and very different from eachother there are just some things that scream me or hubs. I think they will be interesting posts and pages to look back on over the years and see if my thoughts change.
He is our firstborn.
He is my son.
He is softhearted, probably the most of all. Really truly kind. Most likely to help the elderly, or hold the door.
He is sensitive, to HIS feelings and others.
He is the most sentimental. Little touches never escape him, and he always catches the meaning. Just like his mom.
He is not a pushover. While it's one thing to be kind and sensitive it is a whole other ballgame to let people walk all over you.
He is a leader. I love that he doesn't follow the croud.
He likes his space. Needs his space, somewhere he can relax and unwind.
He is moody, yep just like his mama. NOT a morning person, just like his mama. It's a good thing for now it is just him and I every morning before he leaves for school, at the crack of dawn because miss susie sunshine would push all his buttons. He needs the quiet and the routine.
He is serious. A thinker. Miles a minute. like his mama.
He laughes wholeheartedly. It might take more than a bad joke but when he starts it's hard to stop.
He is artsy. Creative. I'm pretty sure that comes from my genepool.
He is clumsy. Oh boy, that's MY boy.
He is a reader. Mini me.
He is smart. Once he gets it it's there for good. He is not a studier.
He can be downright goofy at times. just like his mom.
He is a night owl. Probably still up while I write this. He would much rather stay up late and sleep in like you guessed it. me.
He is my little "old soul" wise beyond his years. Hungry for knowledge. My firstborn. My heart.
Next time. She.
He is our firstborn.
He is my son.
He is softhearted, probably the most of all. Really truly kind. Most likely to help the elderly, or hold the door.
He is sensitive, to HIS feelings and others.
He is the most sentimental. Little touches never escape him, and he always catches the meaning. Just like his mom.
He is not a pushover. While it's one thing to be kind and sensitive it is a whole other ballgame to let people walk all over you.
He is a leader. I love that he doesn't follow the croud.
He likes his space. Needs his space, somewhere he can relax and unwind.
He is moody, yep just like his mama. NOT a morning person, just like his mama. It's a good thing for now it is just him and I every morning before he leaves for school, at the crack of dawn because miss susie sunshine would push all his buttons. He needs the quiet and the routine.
He is serious. A thinker. Miles a minute. like his mama.
He laughes wholeheartedly. It might take more than a bad joke but when he starts it's hard to stop.
He is artsy. Creative. I'm pretty sure that comes from my genepool.
He is clumsy. Oh boy, that's MY boy.
He is a reader. Mini me.
He is smart. Once he gets it it's there for good. He is not a studier.
He can be downright goofy at times. just like his mom.
He is a night owl. Probably still up while I write this. He would much rather stay up late and sleep in like you guessed it. me.
He is my little "old soul" wise beyond his years. Hungry for knowledge. My firstborn. My heart.
Next time. She.
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