On Monday, Griffin and Meghan were at school, and Nathan and I were hanging out at home. He’s very into trains right now, so he was upstairs in the playroom, and I decided to go downstairs and work on the computer. I had a fleeting thought of going upstairs with him and gluing down the two-page layout I had on my craft table, but instead I opted to waste time surfing the ‘net. After a while, I noticed it was very, very quiet upstairs. Seasoned moms know that this is the kiss of death. So I went upstairs and saw Nathan at my craft table with a black Sharpie, and the beautiful layout I had worked on for hours was covered in black scribbles, along with my table, my paper cutter, my scissors. “Nay-ten cuh-duh?”
So now I have a choice. My first thought was to reorder the pictures and redo the whole thing. I’m a creative perfectionist to a fault. But I changed my mind. My scrapbooks have evolved into more of an honest history of our family than a glossed-over version of our best moments. I have a lot of pictures of screaming kids and big messes! So I am going to go ahead and glue down these blacked-out pictures and doodled scraps of paper and add some journaling about what happens when I choose to leave my two-year-old alone in the playroom. I’ll title it “If You Give a Tot a Sharpie”.