Part 2:
I upgraded.
It has a Video Camera.
Thought my last post needed a bit of spice.
This was taken :30 seconds before a bath. 2.5 minutes after the last Oreo cookie was eaten.
8 hours ago
I love you, too!
When Blayne was about six weeks old, Kevin came out of the bedroom holding him tightly and said, " I can't wait until he can say 'I love you, too" I can remember that moment like it was yesterday, etched so deeply in my mind, because for one of the few times in our lives, I knew exactly what he meant.
Growing up, I heard the "i love you's" but never fully understood the impact of hearing it until my son began to say it. It is much sweeter than I could have ever imagined, you see, Blayne has his very own, special way of saying he loves you.
I ba-lleeeww
It really sounds like, I blew.. but more of a ba-lew.
It truly is the best sound in the entire universe. I will hate it when he decides he is much too grown up to speak two year old.
Growing up, I heard the "i love you's" but never fully understood the impact of hearing it until my son began to say it. It is much sweeter than I could have ever imagined, you see, Blayne has his very own, special way of saying he loves you.
I ba-lleeeww
It really sounds like, I blew.. but more of a ba-lew.
It truly is the best sound in the entire universe. I will hate it when he decides he is much too grown up to speak two year old.
Scrapbooking??
I started my first scrapbook in 1997. I can remember sitting in my bedroom at grandma's with my pinking shears, glue, and colored pencils. I grabbed my grandmother's cookie cutters (for templates) and bought some markers, even went for some glitter as the months progressed. I cut out everything from newspaper articles to sporting event programs. I kept ticket stubs, notes from friends (which is a long lost art I believe now that texting and cells phones have entered the picture) even napkins from restaurants. Everything inside this scrapbook has special meaning to me for one reason or another.
This scrapbook lives in my hope chest that hosts our 900 pound television along with other "meaningful" items. You know- everything that means so much to me...but only gets looked at once every two years or so.
My next scrapbook was for my dear friend, Brandy Gaskins- Hallman. She was getting ready to marry Ben, and I wanted something very special for her wedding gift. So I spent hours, days, weeks, months on this project. It was before you could walk into a store and buy supplies. This scrapbook was made with construction paper and a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. I spent a lot of time obtaining pictures from both the Hallman and Gaskins families. I would copy the pictues then return the originals.
Finally the book was complete. I presented it to them at their rehersal dinner and it was a big hit! I was very proud of all the work I put in. This little scrapbooking project turned Brandy and her sister-in-law (my cousin) Ashley onto the craft and they havent looked back. They do amazing work.
A couple of years after presenting that book to Brandy, I was at her house and found the original book was dismantled. I was so hurt. All of that hard work, gone. It took a long time to get over that... but I did.
During the next eight years, I spent an obscene amount of money that, frankly we did not have to spend on scrapbooking gadgets, stickers, paper, pens, embellishments, etc. My subject matter wasnt extensive. It included our dogs, old pictures, etc. Imagine my excitement when Jaci was born- I finally had someone to scrapbook about!
Fast forward to 2008 and the birth of my son. Finally, I could put my skills to work. Funny thing though, I have made about six pages in two years. I always used the excuse of time. "i just don't have time, i work 65 hours a week" Now, I reliaze my opinion of the craft is just... changing.
Remember that first scrapbook? The one in the bottom of the hope chest? I am the only one who cares anything about that. When I am gone, it will be pitched. There aren't any journaling or descriptions.. nothing.
Secondly- just like the scrapbook gift to Brandy. Styles and trends will change. I can imagine giving my books to my kids in 20 years and them looking at them like... "mom, what the heck? This is sooo- 20 years ago. I am embarressed to show anyone these!!"
Lastly, I have thought about a fire. What are the most important things to me? Apart from my family which is a no brainer, my most prized posessions is my external hard drive. Such an easy thing to grab and run with. I would not be able to grab those books, right?
Anyway. I know I will have the tug of scrapbooking in the future... and I plan to do some, digitally for the most part. But more than that, I plan to just be a better blogger. Use this as my new avenue to post pictures and the stories that go with. That way, I can print the posts and compile them in a book someday... That might be a better option.
So- now...what to do with the thousands of dollars of supplies I have on my shelves...gathering dust?
This scrapbook lives in my hope chest that hosts our 900 pound television along with other "meaningful" items. You know- everything that means so much to me...but only gets looked at once every two years or so.
My next scrapbook was for my dear friend, Brandy Gaskins- Hallman. She was getting ready to marry Ben, and I wanted something very special for her wedding gift. So I spent hours, days, weeks, months on this project. It was before you could walk into a store and buy supplies. This scrapbook was made with construction paper and a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. I spent a lot of time obtaining pictures from both the Hallman and Gaskins families. I would copy the pictues then return the originals.
Finally the book was complete. I presented it to them at their rehersal dinner and it was a big hit! I was very proud of all the work I put in. This little scrapbooking project turned Brandy and her sister-in-law (my cousin) Ashley onto the craft and they havent looked back. They do amazing work.
A couple of years after presenting that book to Brandy, I was at her house and found the original book was dismantled. I was so hurt. All of that hard work, gone. It took a long time to get over that... but I did.
During the next eight years, I spent an obscene amount of money that, frankly we did not have to spend on scrapbooking gadgets, stickers, paper, pens, embellishments, etc. My subject matter wasnt extensive. It included our dogs, old pictures, etc. Imagine my excitement when Jaci was born- I finally had someone to scrapbook about!
Fast forward to 2008 and the birth of my son. Finally, I could put my skills to work. Funny thing though, I have made about six pages in two years. I always used the excuse of time. "i just don't have time, i work 65 hours a week" Now, I reliaze my opinion of the craft is just... changing.
Remember that first scrapbook? The one in the bottom of the hope chest? I am the only one who cares anything about that. When I am gone, it will be pitched. There aren't any journaling or descriptions.. nothing.
Secondly- just like the scrapbook gift to Brandy. Styles and trends will change. I can imagine giving my books to my kids in 20 years and them looking at them like... "mom, what the heck? This is sooo- 20 years ago. I am embarressed to show anyone these!!"
Lastly, I have thought about a fire. What are the most important things to me? Apart from my family which is a no brainer, my most prized posessions is my external hard drive. Such an easy thing to grab and run with. I would not be able to grab those books, right?
Anyway. I know I will have the tug of scrapbooking in the future... and I plan to do some, digitally for the most part. But more than that, I plan to just be a better blogger. Use this as my new avenue to post pictures and the stories that go with. That way, I can print the posts and compile them in a book someday... That might be a better option.
So- now...what to do with the thousands of dollars of supplies I have on my shelves...gathering dust?
The Taylor Tots take a bath.
Bath Time is probably the most enjoyable time all day for my kids. You can say, "Bath!!" and Blayne will drop whatever is in his dirty little boy hands, and come running full speed. He starts to pull on his shirt, yelling... "baaaaaaff" it's the cutest thing... well ever.
He has always loved to take a bath. He began splashing in the sink at just six months. It is the one thing that will actually calm the beast... the best way to stop a lengthy, I am exhausted, cry.
Emileigh is just beginning to enjoy the bath as much as her brother. Actually, if Blayne would sit long enough to color in front of her, she would laugh the entire time. She just loves to watch him do anything.
Lucky for me, I have the coolest kitchen known to man. Well, in my opinion that is. It is made just for a mom with a two year old and a six month old. You see, my sink is awesome! I can actually give both kids a bath at the same time without killing my back hanging over the bathtub, and worrying about one of them taking a dive in the tub. The right side of the sink is very deep and large, Blayne can almost swim in it. The left side is much smaller and just the right size for a little princess.
The following is a typical night at the Taylor Inn. I hope you enjoy!
Just so everyone knows. I really do love my sister and give her lots of kisses.
He has always loved to take a bath. He began splashing in the sink at just six months. It is the one thing that will actually calm the beast... the best way to stop a lengthy, I am exhausted, cry.
Emileigh is just beginning to enjoy the bath as much as her brother. Actually, if Blayne would sit long enough to color in front of her, she would laugh the entire time. She just loves to watch him do anything.
Lucky for me, I have the coolest kitchen known to man. Well, in my opinion that is. It is made just for a mom with a two year old and a six month old. You see, my sink is awesome! I can actually give both kids a bath at the same time without killing my back hanging over the bathtub, and worrying about one of them taking a dive in the tub. The right side of the sink is very deep and large, Blayne can almost swim in it. The left side is much smaller and just the right size for a little princess.
The following is a typical night at the Taylor Inn. I hope you enjoy!
Mom: "Blayne, let's take a Bath!!!"
Blayne: "Baaaaaaaaaafffff" "on sissy... baaf"
Hey, what are YOU doing here??!! I'm bout to take a bath. I have already gathered 57 toys and threw them in the sink while my mom ran the water. I almost choked myself taking my shirt off... but as you can see. I made it!
Just what do you think you are doing with that camera lady?!!
What!!?? I can play with my sister??!!! Mom, you are the best in the entire universe!
Blayne: I love taking a bath.... Just wait until you see what I have in mind for tonight....
Emileigh: Oh, is that the counter... Preeeeeeeety
Just so everyone knows. I really do love my sister and give her lots of kisses.
Tonight though, I figure I had better give the kisses first.
No one wants an upset baby ruining a perfectly good bath. Muuuah
Okay, Okay, Okay
We will play your stupid games. I'll pretend you are a baby and you drink this bottle.
HEY- I SAID DRINK!
Here, since you were such a good girl, I'll wash your hair.
Reeeeeaaaaddddddyyyyy
Gotta scrub it now, momma says we gotta wash our hair.
See, I kinda already did mine.
What? I don't have any hair on the top, it's all on the back?!!
Don't worry, Mom will get it!
Stop making fun of my hair!
Ta Da!
Poof- you have clean hair.
Aren't we soooo cute?
Ha.
You mean I really have to get out of the bathtub?
Because I would live in here if you would let me.
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