DS, 17!

Today, I am the mother of a 17 year old.


How did THAT happen?  Just for laughs you may enjoy a couple of old layouts:

This is both the oldest layout of DS and the layout of him at his youngest. Wow.  How  my scrapping, has changed!

a much more recent layout – and the last birthday photo that was decent.  after 14 he tended to hide from the camera every day, not just his birthday.

and a repeat from way back in my blog -a photo (sort of) of him within the last 6 months:

Off to shop for the makings of the obligatory gnocchi with gorgonzola and walnut cream sauce (his birthday dinner request for the last 5 years) and maybe make a cake – but maybe sticky toffee pudding, his favourite.

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On the joys of Scrapbooking

I have a passion for lettering.  I love fonts, so I love stickers, thickers, die cut letters, alphabet stamps … I cannot get enough of them.  I buy them by the cartload, and buy all sorts of oddball styles and unusual colours, that I then struggle to use.  When I DO manage to use something that I had given up hope on I get a little frisson of joy.  How sad is that?

But one of the joys of scrapbooking is capturing those funny, oddball moments.  This layout is of a “competition” DD persuaded DH and DS to partake in.  Not that THEy were competing – she organized a competition for her Cabbage Patch dolls with DH and DS bringing the dolls to life.  Has any other family done such a thing?  I wonder.  That, too, is one of the joys of scrapping – with the internet galleries, and layouts published in magazines, it is so much fun getting a little insight into the lives of everyday families like ours.  The little window published layouts gives us behind the net curtains can be funny, scary, silly, and always interesting for me.  I squint to read the journaling, I examine the photos, looking for both common ground and things that would never, ever happen in our house.

A simple layout of a magical moment.  Can you see the dolls (and the “magic hands”) having a potato and spoon (I’m not mad enough to risk broken eggs on the carpet, sorry) race and a sock, rather than SACK race? And see the trophies?  Tin foil cups and some weird golden cat statues, and all the “girls” with their prizes.  It’ll never happen again, as the love of CP dolls has passed with the advent of the teen years for DD and the willingness of DS to do such a thing has passed with the advent of near adulthood, but thinking back on it makes me smile a sad smile, knowing it was a once in a lifetime moment.  But I am glad I captured it and can revisit it any time just by flipping through my albums. THAT is the real joy of scrapbooking.  The fact I was able to use some letter die cuts that had languished in my stash for all too long was a bonus.

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Annoying kids – camera shy?

I am irritated that my kids, once so malleable and willing for photos to be taken (posed or not), pages to be made, and scrapbooking to be a part of any day out, every day life, have all of a sudden either refused point blank to let me take a photo or made the session a exercise in frustration (honestly – the last family holiday I have a few photos I tried to take of DS and they look a bit like this:


You can see from the photo I was spinning around trying to grab a shot while he was spinning around me, trying to avoid the lens. Grrr. When did my sweet little boy, who loved to have a photo taken, turn into a kid who would go to such extreme lengths to avoid the camera??

Is it just the “teen” in him? While DD is only just now a teen, she has been mugging for the camera for a while – I can’t seem to catch her natural smile and more often that not she sticks out her tongue or pulls a silly face or grins like a demented Cheshire cat. I did turn one day’s rubbish photos into a scrapbook page I rather like but it really annoys me that with Christmas approaching and the Grandparents clamouring for a decent photo of the kids I have none and can’t seem to get some. Perhaps now is the time for a professional photo shoot? Much as it galls me to suggest that, there may be no alternative.