Just Call Me Butter

I’m on a roll!

See what I did there? I’m very funny, in case you missed it.

I’ve been catching up on saving my old blog posts for a while now. Not sure how long. Maybe a week-ish? I was hung up on August 2017, when Jamin passed away. You guys encouraged me, and I pushed through it! I believe it was the day after I mentioned it here on the blog that I saved that month of posts and kept on trucking.

In all honesty, it was pretty easy once I passed the initial post announcing his passing. That one was long. But after that, they were easy to just copy and paste into my book format. I was very low and sad, so they were short posts with fewer pictures. I usually have a book for January to June, and then another for July through to December. I quickly finished the second book in 2017, thanks to the shorty posts.

I got pregnant quite quickly after Jamin passed, and I had my series that I maintained throughout the pregnancy. Do you guys remember that? Womb in Bloom, I called it, though Jerilee was the one who coined the name. Those posts were SO long and SO fun to relive as I saved the first half of 2018.

I hit a snag the other day as I was saving posts. I was working with last June, and was adding more pages to the template I was working with when I remembered, in the past, there had been a limit to how many pages a book could hold. Rightfully so, as you need a dependable binding. I scoured the website for the number but I couldn’t find it. So I hopped on to the live chat and asked.

She assured me the program would stop me before I added too many. I was relieved. She went on to ask what kind of book I was making and how many pages I was at so far. I told her.

Long story short, she said the program should’ve absolutely stopped me, and I could NO WAY add as many pages as I had added. I had room for six more pages, and I had twenty more blogs to save from the month of June.

I. Was. So. Mad.

I cried and pouted and cried some more. But as you can imagine, it didn’t exactly solve my problem. Every year has been two books, without fail, and I didn’t want my beautiful system overturned and messed up! I decided to go at it from another angle. I know what really takes up the space in my books is the pictures I add. So I went through, month by month, and counted the pictures. The first half of 2018 had about 450 pictures, and they couldn’t fit into one book. Maaaybe the second half of the year had way less?? And maaaybe we could fit that extra month of June into the second book??

Who was I kidding? July and August alone held about 300 pictures.

So I cried some more unproductive tears and decided my system didn’t have to perfect, and I could just have three books to represent 2018.

Guys. The year of 2018 will be THREE books worth of memories! Because what a year its been! Of COURSE it fills more space than an average year! My pregnancy with Waverly was easily the most well documented pregnancy I’ve ever had! So many beautiful pictures! Plus her birth. Plus our trip to Waskesiu this summer. Plus all the other countless events we took part in! We are SO fortunate to need three big books to keep all of the memories!

I almost feel selfish, having loved 2018 so much. A couple of very important people in my life have suffered great losses this year. Yet I know some people who I also love who revelled in 2017 while we floundered and struggled. So hopefully we can all understand and love each other, no matter the circumstance.

One of these days, I’ll talk to you all about my goals and intentions for 2019. But first, I’m going to finish out saving 2018 into books. I just passed Jamin’s first birthday and am wrapping up summer! Mmmmm. Summer is welcome over here aaaaanytime!