It's just that I was waaaay behind on scrapbooking. That's why I've been a blogging slacker this past week. Not only have I been dealing with lawyers and packing suitcases and lining up dog and cat sitters and trying to do our taxes, I've also been trying to catch up on Garrett's scrapbook because, otherwise, I fear it may never happen. I've heard stories about going from one to two children. And I'm scared of it! I may never sleep again. The world might spin crazily out of orbit. Two kids is hard. Two kids is twice as many as I'm used to.
Two kids require two baths and two outfits (or, if Matthew produces the volume of spit-up that Garrett did, eight or nine outfits) and two breakfasts, lunches and dinners. Two kids, while history proves that it can be done, is a scary sort of situation. So I have to get back to scrapbooking or Garrett will wonder what happened right around the time he turned two and why there are suddenly no more pages of his pictures.