Robby thinks that our apartment is becoming a shrine to our wedding. And I'm getting exhausted from organizing wedding photos. I've postponed writing the thank-you cards for a few months now, hoping that I'll have time over Christmas to write them. Now, I've taken up printing and organizing photos, and it has turned into a big task. I've got the scrapbook and the photo corners to make albums for the parents. Now, I'm waiting for the cardstock to arrive. We've been picking and choosing photos to frame and give to family, and that has been an onerous task as well. Of course, it's fun to relive our special day through these photos, but we've looked at them so many times that I know them a little too intimately.
If you read the blog posting below, I must admit that I had a brain fart at that moment I claimed that babies don't pee. I wanted to scare Robby into understanding the frequency with which parents change their infants' diapers, so I tried to be as frightening as possible by stating that they only poop. Oops.
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