So I've been busy making scrapboxes. Here are a few lined up along the top of Sylvie's bookshelf. Can you see Luke dashing up the stairs? (Click on any of these photos to enlarge them for a better look.)
Here is Sylvie enjoying "Sylvie Button," the scrapbox memorializing the nickname her brother has given her. It contains lots of buttons.
And here she is examing "Bonjour Paris," which features an actual t-shirt, her first pair of shoes, and a photo of her wearing the ensemble:
It would have been nice if the photograph of Luke's head was actual size here, so I could've superimposed the real "Read to Me" hat over its image. But I am mathematically challenged and unfortunately ordered the enlargement in the wrong size. Twice.
Last night at dinner, inspired by who knows what, Luke wrote his order down. He's never voluntarily written anything other than his own name and even that is usually done under duress. I was thrilled. I saved the crayon and everything. It's tough to make out but that says "chicken ok."