Terrific Two's

I've finally gotten around to making a page about my little boy. My daughter has been involved in so many activities lately, I had to make a point to sit down and write an update just about him. I think that these “just because” pages are just as important, if not more so, than ones that depict events. It forces me to get past a simple recording of a story, and helps me think about what makes a person so special.

I have built a small studio in my basement, which I've been slowly but surely tweaking to my liking. One advantage of having a studio for my digital scrapbooking is that I can get a pure white background. This becomes a blank slate for text, pictures, or anything else.

 I had him do the painting based on the color scheme of the page. I put the colors that I wanted on his plate and let him go to town.  As soon as it was dry, I scanned it into the computer and put it on the page.  I find that this is a nice way to preserve their “artwork” before it takes a form of its own.

The journaling reads:

Some dread what has been called the “terrible two's.” This has certainly not been my experience with you. Granted, you have dumped about $22 worth of liquid soap and beauty products onto the floor, to which your frugal mom tried to scoop as much of it back into the container with a spoon as she could. But this is just a drop in the bucket compared to the joy you've brought us over the last 2 1/2 years. In fact, I'd like to rename this age the “terrific two's.” You are a loving, generous, and cooperative little boy. Your generous nature comes as a surprise to your big sister, as she has finally come to realize that she can usually get what she wants from you by simply asking politely. You adore your sister, though you are only able to pronounce the last syllable, so it comes out “ehh.” Your not quite ready for the little bible class, which is fine with me because I love having you cuddle in my lap upstairs. But at home you cherish your “me time.” You turn your light on and play with your cars when you wake up. If I go in there to greet you before your ready for me, you say “no, bed,” and I obediently close the door until you call for me. I guess I'm greedy to say I want 8 more little kids like you, but having just one makes me cherish you all the more. Thank you for being such a joy to us.