the project that never ends

I came across these pictures a few days ago, and I just couldn't resist.

I love how little and adorable my boys look.

I love the piles and piles of leaves.

I love the memories of our days at Wymount.

I had some spare time last week so I bravely revisited my quest to scrapbook (Wikipedia uses it as a verb, so I can use it as a verb) the lives of my kids and my family.

With the addition of these pictures, our family scrapbook is now up to November 2004.

Considering I've done a year and a half of Garrett's book and haven't even started on the other two, I'm over 16 years behind, cumulatively.

That's just downright depressing.

It's not that I don't like to scrapbook. I really quite enjoy it, especially when I've got a good Jane Austin flick playing that I can half listen to while I'm in my zone. I've tried a myriad of methods and I've got my system down, now I just need a good year with nothing else to do...at all.

overloaded

A week with sick kids followed by a week with sick parents (although mine was really just a mean, mean allergy attack) and we end up like this:

Somewhere under there is our bed. It's got to be at least 10 super capacity loads. Would you believe I did not fold one piece of it? Not one.

Matt did though. All of it- while I was out with some 25 girls from my ward seeing Twilight. Which is sort of funny, because I've never read it, nor did I really even know what it was until, uh...Friday night.

What? I've been out of the country, remember?

Of course I want them to think I'm cool and all (and I clearly need some tutoring in pop culture) so I went along and stared at them like they were nuts as they laughed at...well, I'm still not sure what was funny about the movie, but whatever, it was a lot of fun. Dinner was a lot of fun. They're a lot of fun.

Oh wait, this was about Matt...

Seriously, though. Isn't he great? What a guy. So good to me. Love ya, babe!

seriously, what WAS I thinking?

After 2 weeks of Matt being out of town and 4 days< with 3 kids vomiting, I think the sleep deprivation might be clouding my judgement just a little.

On our way up to bed tonight, I had the kids help me carry various items up the stairs to be put away.

I handed my 2 year-old a tube of lipstick and 2 tubes of lipgloss and asked her to go put them in my bathroom drawer.

Fabulous idea.

Matt's home, our collective health is restored, and the house is almost sanitized. I think after I throw in the gazillionth load of laundry and start some cinnamon rolls for tomorrow morning ('cuz something's got to get us up for 8 am church), I'll go to bed.

*For those of you using your google reader- HOLY SMOKES, is the text for this post as ginormous in your reader as it is in mine? I edited the HTML, but it's still larger than life. It's not really that big on my actual blog. Surely this post doesn't warrent such exciting text, but oh well. Maybe it will go away.

**Lest you feel sorry for me- Matt was home on the weekend between the 2 weeks, a maximum of only 2 kids were throwing up on any 1 of the 4 given days, and I really do like 8 am chuch...except for the getting up part.