{"id":465,"date":"2010-01-03T00:24:14","date_gmt":"2010-01-03T06:24:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.whaleylife.com\/blog\/?p=465"},"modified":"2010-01-03T07:39:45","modified_gmt":"2010-01-03T13:39:45","slug":"document-enjoy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.whaleylife.com\/blog\/archives\/465","title":{"rendered":"Document. Enjoy."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I enjoy taking pictures. I enjoy scrapbooking. I enjoy the hours that I can spend at a desk hand cutting and assembling my girls&#8217; life onto pages. The problem really is that I do not feel I have the time for that. My last full page in an album is Megan&#8217;s 1st birthday. And only because I skipped from month 4 to one year. Audrey has hundreds of photos organized in iPhoto, but not a single print has been made. (Okay, maybe 2 for frames) I feel behind. I feel guilty. I feel full of intentions but left with nothing to show at the end of another year.<\/p>\n<p>After browsing a bit, I found <a href=\"http:\/\/www.beckyhiggins.com\/projectlife\/\" target=\"_blank\">Project Life<\/a>. I am excited about this. My husband rolled his eyes wondering why I can spend $39 whenever I want, but he has to ask permission to go to lunch. But deep down, he wants our lives documented. I know he does. The basic idea is to capture a photo a day and journal about it. The designs are done for you and you can add as little or as much to it. I want to capture those everyday things. That messy room after Megan has been quiet for 1 whole hour. That smile that is missing a few teeth. And that face covered in Oma&#8217;s famous spaghetti sauce. I don&#8217;t want to just frame those photos that capture the cuteness of my child on a certain day, but I want to frame all the moments that make up that child.<\/p>\n<p>Since the kit is on back order right now, I am keeping the photo and journals on my computer. (I will\u00a0 probably do it that way anyway.) When I get a few weeks done, I will post some photos for you. But for now, here is my examples for day 1 and day 2 of January.<\/p>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/whaleylife.com\/photos\/d\/5154-1\/P1020232.JPG?resize=400%2C266\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"266\" \/><br \/>\n<em>* Alyssa is so much like her Daddy sometimes. She created these letters by herself, and of course spelled something sweet. Thank goodness I have an empty spot on the mantle for her to showcase her work. *<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/whaleylife.com\/photos\/d\/5156-1\/P1020236_blog.jpg?resize=400%2C266\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"266\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>* I found this pattern online and I was excited to see it in the mail. I absolutely love this dress and can&#8217;t wait to get started on one for Megan and a version of it for Audrey and maybe even Alyssa. Now for fabric.*<br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I enjoy taking pictures. I enjoy scrapbooking. I enjoy the hours that I can spend at a desk hand cutting and assembling my girls&#8217; life onto pages. 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