It seems that’s what I’ve been doing most these days besides of course working and sleeping. Design Your Life is ending but the Library of Memories class I’m taking goes on until May. I’ve scrapbooked 40+ layouts already this year! I can’t believe it. I need to do some updating on all my creative projects here. Those layouts aren’t posted and neither are all my 365 posts. But, tonight, I’m just going to do a quick post to share the scrapbook layouts I did yesterday and today.

I love this layout. It was actually part of an assignment for Library of Memories where we were suppose to make some connections. As I organized my pictures and found the shot of Jack shooting the Daisy Red Rider, I knew what my subject would be.

Journaling Reads: “I don’t know if you could say it started in 2004 with a Daisy Red Rider since Cody already had Jack excited about hunting by the time 2004 rolled around. But it was here that Jack first began to shoot. In his wrangler jeans and red rubber boots, it was cute when he said he was shooting the bloody British as he put BB’s in coke cans. We’d listened to Johnny Horton all week and we had to laugh at the reference to one of his songs. I love how that gun rests above his shoulder. Time passed and shooting became something we did when Jack was here. In 2008, the gun had more caliber but it fit properly. Cody’s .22 was the weapon of choice. Though Jack also liked the scoped .17 that Mike had. I remember going to Gander Mountain and Jack wishing he had his old gun and how the boys spent forever looking at the guns, comparing them, just talking about guns. Of course, the bigger the gun the harder it is to get away with shooting it at the house. Cody had saved up these old kitchen pot lids just so that they could take them out to the deer lease to put holes in them- or as Jack put it to his mom, “oblitherate” them. In 2009, Jack passed the final hurdle to being able to actually shoot a deer- the .243. Before he was allowed to shoot the .243, he had to hit some coke cans with the .22 from the same distance he might hunt. Cody was surprised at just how quickly he shot them up. And so Jack moved on to the .243 with milk gallons. And of course, he learned that he had to make sure he put the gun on his shoulder properly. All summer long he kept making sure he was going to get to hunting in the fall. When he came up in December to go hunting, he learned that while you may be able to shoot, you still have to see a deer in order to get one.”

This second is the story of our Sock Snow-Ball Fight scrapbooked.