I need to run out the door in like, eight minutes, so I have to make this quick. On my desk today is an utter mess left from my scrapbooking session last night (if you want to know why I’m posting a pic of my desk, go here to find out.)
I haven’t scrapbooked in a couple months, so it felt good to get back to the baby pictures. There are from 1988, when my first son was born. Wow, if we only realized just how simple life was back then . . .
I’ll leave you with the journaling, which a classic story told over and over in our family:
We used to leave the door ajar in our ground floor studio apartment so the cats could go in and out whenever they wanted. Moses often took advantage of this situation to bring us “gifts,” like the bird in this photo.
One day while Sandy was changing Joshua’s diaper Moses ran in and dropped a snake in the middle of the floor. Josh had been screaming, and now Sandy, who hates snakes, was yelling, too – begging and pleading for the cat to take the snake out. Moses, being confused by all the fuss, took off out the door, leaving the poor little garter snake behind.
Sandy gathered up the baby and ran, blithering, across the road to fetch a neighbor to help her. He was a kindly old gentleman who couldn’t help but chuckle as he picked up the tiny snake to bring it outside
Peace and tranquility were restored . . . until the next time Moses went hunting.