I‘m going there. I figure if I live in the suburbs, I might as well embrace the lifestyle, sweatpants, Costco, and all. It means I’ll be posting, and scrapping, documenting every single day of the month of December a la Ali Edwards. So this weekend, I culled together a few items from my scrapbooking room and created a page for each day in December, leading up to Christmas. I figured if I composed all the pages over the weekend, I could simply print a few photos and do a little writing or my version of "journalism" each day, which seems manageable enough.

As an author, photographer, blogger, and now TV writer, it’s all really storytelling–now I’m adding "scrapper" to the list (even though this is only my second scrapbook ever). The first one captured the first year of the beans’ life. I still have to compile their "year two" book, considering that they turn TWO this Sunday. I’m excited that my mother with be here for that. That’s when we’ll get our tree! I genuinely cannot wait to celebrate and share it all with her. I only wish Lea and Linus could be here, too. She has to work, though, as ski season is picking up in Montana.

I like the idea of documenting it all, capturing the moments while still being able to live them. I also like that now that I’ve given it some bones, I only need to flesh it out with quick daily additions. There are boundaries set, with a limited amount of space, so I don’t feel too much pressure to do too much with everything else I have going on. I also know the sprouts won’t remember this time in their life, but they might think they remember it if they see the pictures. And who wouldn’t want to remember getting her ears pierced? The tears. The shock. The popping sound. The "I’m not letting you do the other ear." I totally plan on getting Abigail’s ears pierced next week. I do NOT believe in holding out, using it as some bargaining power later. Not my style. I’m more a believer in getting as much of the painful scary stuff over when you’re young enough that you needn’t remember it happening at all. Unless you want to flip through one of your mama’s scrapbooks.

So here is the book (blank). I still need to create a cover, and do yesterday’s page. For now, I’m only focusing on capturing the days as we live them. Each day (the day after it happens), I will try to post the new page.