The last time I did much scrapbooking was about two years ago, when Sunshine was just barely crawling and I could keep her entertained with a few toys while I worked. Recently, I discovered a package of pictures in my desk from my trip to Jasper in 2009 with my girlfriends. Deciding it was time these pictures got put away, I bought a small 8x8 album, printed a few more pictures to fill the pages, and dug out my scrapbooking supplies. While Lily napped last week, I scrapbooked.
Keeping Sunshine busy was another story this time. One afternoon, she was happily watching Piglet's Big Movie when I started working. On the other days, she wanted to see what I was doing and to participate. I gave her a few scraps of paper and let her turn them into smaller scraps of paper with my scissors and paper cutter. I showed her how to use the glue stick to stick bits of paper to another piece of paper. And I tried to keep my paper and pictures out of reach.
Once, however, she got her hands on a small pictures that I had just cut into an oval to add to my album. Because I had the scissors, she had the paper cutter, and the picture was soon under the blade. When I rescued it, there was a gash across the middle of the picture. I told her that she couldn't cut pictures and pasted the photo into my album (the scratch isn't too noticeable). For a while after that, she cut up pieces of paper, repeating, "We don't cut pictures."
As I flip through the finished album, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I like the artistic and creative elements of scrapbooking. Putting the pictures in order, with a few notes or details about each, is like putting a story together. While I didn't get any writing done last week because I was scrapbooking, it was a good break. I was still being creative. And even if Sunshine at times drove me nuts by asking for help or cutting up things that I didn't want cut up, it was time that we could spend together working on something.