Wahey! I finished my college scrapbook last night. I'm all excited. It feels good to finish things, you know?

Matt even obligingly looked at it. Not that I'd have given him much choice in the matter, but he gets points for humoring me. (More points, of course, would have gone to an enthusiastic, "Oh, I can't wait to see it!" when I told him it was done, but let's not get too crazy with the unrealistic expectations.)

Karen asked what my next project was, and it's a multi-part answer: The next long-term project will be my high school album. The goal is to get all my film prints into a scrapbook before I completely forget who everyone was and what we were doing. Once that's done, I'll be more or less out of film prints, and I can go forward in time and use digital images again.

But there's also a small stack of smaller, partial project that I'll be doing. Like... The May and June sections of this year's family album. And in another two weeks it'll be time to put together summer bash pages for Karen and Jeff's albums. And by the time those are done, it'll be just about time for my Cancun trip -- which means I'll need to update my parents' Cancun album. After which the family album will have another two months' of pictures to add.

And then it'll be time to start figuring out who gets something for Christmas. And what.

So, yeah. I'm not anticipating any shortage of scrapbooking projects.

Penny slept in this morning until almost 7. Matt had to go in and wake her up.

Luckily, she woke up cheerful and sweet. I have yet to figure out whether it's something Matt does, or if it's just him, or if he's just getting lucky. Whenever I wake her up, she's grumpy for a couple of hours.

Anyone want to lay odds that she's up at 6 tomorrow morning, when we'd like to sleep in?

I didn't think so.

While I was scrapbooking last night, Matt sent me a phone beep to tell me that Penny said, "I lost... I lost my Mommy."

How heardrending is that?

She didn't seem particularly traumatized when I got home. She did ask me to come into the bathroom (they were just starting Penny's bath) so she could give me a hug. But she didn't get upset when I gave her a hug and a kiss and then went back downstairs. (Maybe she could sense that I was almost hungry enough to eat an unwashed baby. Especially if what mostly needed to be cleaned off the baby was ketchup.)

But as I left, she told Matt, proudly, "That's my Mommy!"

Aww. So cute.

--Liz