The mom. AKA. Ruth.
The dad, provider, Army stud, and all around great guy Mike.
The eldest prodigy-Mikey. 6
My 4 year old diva in training, Aubree.
The sweetest 2 year old that ever was. Charity.
And Mia. Who in fact is actually named Emma. But we've yet to call her that. 8 mos.

The house is asleep, the diet coke is cold, the AC is kicking, and my scrap table is covered in paint, stamps, cardstock, and photos.

Adhesive. It gets a bad rap. It's actually the glue that keeps our little hobby together.

Aside from that, I dig paint, paper, stickers, masks, thread, ink, chipboard, and colored cardstoc.

Gray, orange, and yellow. This week.

If I left it up to my husband I would forever be remembered as the girl in my wedding photos who never changed.

I actually scrapbook because there is no wrong or right. Everything else in my life has to be controlled. My art, doesnt.

Ice Ice baby. Don't pretend you didn't listen. I actually have 1000's of favorite songs. Could never pick just one.

"You're gonna pay for that pee stick. Don't think it's yours just cuz you marked it with your urine". Something about pregnancy tests and me just gets me all giddy.

Diet Coke. I'm certain I would lay down and cease to walk.