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Mr. Charming

Sketch 8 for 1-in-48. This one got noteworthy on the Creating Keepsakes
website. Yey! Journaling Reads:

Still catching up on the two I missed while I was in San Diego. Here’s
the journaling:

Little David, you’re such a two-year-old. You cause a tremendous amount
of mischief all day long. You break our CDs, take the tape out of out
cassettes so that they are irreparable. You break all the crayons and
then write all over the walls with them. You draw on the car window. You
put your stickers on Mommy’s computer. You hide your food all over the
house and dump your apple on the floor when you’re done with it. You
refuse to sit in your chair and spill your drink all over the table.

When I ask you to do something, you look at me like you’re in deep
suffering. You beg, you yell, you rebel in every way you can. But if I
keep refusing, that’s when you pull out the big guns: you look at me
with those big, blue eyes and give me one of those special smiles that
you know melts my heart. That’s when I can no longer fight with you. I
just give up and hug you really tight.

Well, Mr. Charming, I don’t know how much longer you’re going to be able
to get away with those cute faces, so enjoy it while you can.

Crayons

Sketch 7 for 1-in-48. Had a hard time with this one.

Airplane

And now for something really plain. Sketch 6 for 1-in-48. Journaling
Reads:

We have a lot of planes flying over our backyard. Not as many as we used
to when we lived right by Miramar in San Diego, but still, it seems each
time we play in the backyard, there’s a plane flying by.

In the beginning, you completely ignored them, and then you started
noticing and pointing each time we saw one. Now, you’ve totally gotten
into them. You hear them first and bring your hand to your ear and say
“Sound! Airplane!” Then, you know to look up and find the plane. Once
you see it, you start pursing your lips and try to imitate the sound the
planes make. Spit flies out of your mouth as you say, “Pffffffttttt.,”
and it makes me laugh each time.

Every little boy loves airplanes and you, my son, are no exception. I
can’t wait until you’re old enough to build a little model airplane with
your Daddy. He has always loved airplanes and is already planning all
the events he will tale you to. I can only imagine all the fun you two
will have.

Working Hard

Bonus Sketch for 1-in-48. Journaling Reads:

Since Daddy takes care of you during the week, I try to spend most of my
weekend moments with you. A few weeks ago, I had to do a photo shoot for
a client and when I came home from the shoot, Daddy went out running.
Normally I’d sit and play with you, but I wanted to get the photos
processed before our trip to New York, so I wanted to try something new.
I pulled your high chair next to my desk and got the box of crayons with
paper for you, so you could draw while I worked.

We sat that way for hours, you doing your creative work, and me doing
mine. We must have been too engrossed in what we were doing because
neither one of us heard daddy come back from his run. When he saw how
much fun we were having, he grabbed the camera and snapped a few shots
of our special moment.

David, I have this dream that as you grow older, we’ll be able to create
together much more often. I am so thrilled that you like crayons and
drawing as much as you do. I can’t wait to introduce you to my
scrapbooking stuff and see all the wonderful art you’ll make. Only a few
more years and we’ll be sitting side by side, working on our layouts,
sharing ideas, and enjoying every little moment of it.

I can’t wait.

No Bed

Sketch 5 for 1-in-48. And a new Sewing machine. Wooo wooo!! Text reads:

Your least favorite time of the day is when you know we’re getting you
ready for bed. Even if you’re in the best mood, once I tell you to come
with me, you immediately get upset and say, “No. No. No bed.” You whine,
you cry, you resist, but eventually you always break down and come along
with us to the bedroom.

As Daddy puts your pajamas on, you’re still full of sadness at how
unfair the world is. It’s only when I give you the toothbrush that your
mood starts to change. Even though you momentarily get upset when we
leave your room, within seconds you’re bouncing around your crib like a
happy bunny. We laugh as we watch you through the camera. Just another
example of the everyday joy you bring to our life, David.

Hunting For Treasure

Sketch 4 for 1-in-48.

Look At Me

Sketch 3 for 1-in-48. Journaling Reads:

“Look at me!” I say this sentence maybe thirty times a day. When you
were little, I could snap tons of photos of you and there was nothing
you could do about it. As you grew older, you were always complacent and
allowed me to indulge myself. But in the last few weeks, you’ve mastered
the art of selective hearing. When I catch you doing something cute or
funny, I run to grab my camera and, in the most upbeat tone I can muster
up, I say, “David, look at Mommy.” And you ignore me. Either you don’t
look up at all or you say, “No picture.”

I should take this as a sign that you’ve had enough, but I don’t want
to. My memory is really bad and these stages in your life are so
fleeting, so momentous that I can’t resist capturing them. I want to
freeze them forever so I can remember. I crave the permanence of a
photograph.

So instead of giving up, I enlist the help of your dad. “Call him,” I
say each time we’re out together and I am trying to get you to
cooperate. “Call his name. No not there, come behind me and then call so
he’s looking up to me.” I know he must think I am crazy, but he
cooperates. Your Daddy is the very best, ever.

Little David, soon even Daddy won’t be able to fool you and before you
know it, I will have to give the camera a break. But, until then, I will
snap, snap, snap.

Proud

Amm Sketch Challenge part two. Journaling Reads:

A few weeks ago, we were invited to a party that a friend of
mine hosted. It was during the day so I asked her if I could bring you
along. She told me there would be no other kids but if I wanted, I was
welcome to bring you.

Thanks to work, I get to spend so little time with you that leaving you
at home wasn’t an option. So off to the party we went. As soon as we got
there, you got settled on the couch and started to play with everything
they had. You watched some Blue’s Clues, you played with their chess
set, their poker set, their mini disco lights, their Simpsons toys.

You were quiet, sweet, and happy. You were so cute that several of the
guests spent a good chunk of their time with you. As always I was amazed
at how easy it is to take you wherever we go. How we rarely have to
worry about you acting out. How you don’t seem to mind being among a
room full of adults.

I am so proud of you.

Mad

Sketch Challenge for AMM. Journaling reads:

Your way of displaying your anger changes regularly. You used to put
your head against the wall and cry. Then you threw stuff off the tables.
After that you started hitting. And now, you go to this little corner of
the living room where there’s a wall just your size, you sit on the
floor and make all sorts of angry faces while you say a lot of words we
can’t decipher. Every now and then you say, “I’m mad” or “no way!”

The faces you make and the way you sit there is so cute that I can’t
resist smiling. Within minutes, I come to give you a big hug and a kiss.
And then you’re smiling again.

At least until the next time you have a fit.

Blue Eyes

Sketch 1 for 1-in-48. Journaling Reads:
They say blue eyes are recessive. If you have a Mommy with brown eyes
and a Daddy with blue eyes, the chance that you’ll end up having blue
eyes is less than 15 %. So when we had you and you were born with
beautiful blue eyes, I knew not to keep my hopes up.

All babies are born with blue eyes, and so were you. Most babies’ eye
color changes in a few months. Yours kept staying blue. One month
passed, and then two, three, four. Yours were still blue. I couldn’t
believe my luck. Was I really going to have a blue-eyed boy?
Your grandma kept checking each time she called, “Are they still blue?”
she’d ask. “Yes,” I’d respond incredulously.

We kept telling each other that they could still change after six
months. When six months came and went, we said, “It could be up to a
year.” And here we are. Two and a half years. Your eyes still blue.
Piercing blue. There’s no chance they’re changing now. They’re here to
stay.

I can’t believe a dark eyed brunette like me ended up with a blond,
blue-eyed little boy.