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alex's life book

  • In early 2006, I began creating a life book for my daughter, Alex. Click here for links to articles describing my experience.
  • And for those of you who are more digitally inclined, in late 2006, I recreated key pages of Alex's lifebook for an article I wrote for AlphaMom, using Scrapblog.

    You can see the final digital result (and leave comments, if you'd like!) here.

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You're so lucky.

Raw Vegan Momma

Beautiful! What a nice welcome.


what i wouldn't give for one sunday a month, just like that, together, where it's warm, with lots of water. good for you in making the most of it!


Ahhhh! Wish I was there!


It looks so wonderful and warm. The pictures are beatuful. I'm glad you had a good trip and are back safe and sound.


Beautiful photos of a beautiful family!


We'd love to be there right now. Instead we have our own bit of Trinidad here with us in the form of Chris' mom. Looking forward to some good ol' Trini cooking, thankyouverymuch.

Miss you guys,

T, C, A, M & N

Carmen Van Kerckhove

Aw man - I guess I missed you when you were in NYC! Sounds like it was a bit of a whirlwind though. You gotta give me a heads-up next time you're here though! :)


Positively idyllic - looks absolutely wonderful!



I couldn't seem to post at the scrapblog site - I hope it's alright:

I have such trepidation about working with my children's photos online, and yet I am so encouraged when I see this moving journal/journey.

Do you ever hear theme music when you're with your family? When Daddy and Alex are out at the edge of the sea, pants rolled up to the knees, sun setting - just having a moment? Or when she jumps into his lap to pull him back from some distracted place, grabbing his cheeks in her little hands, kissing him, giggling?

Do you ever see these things from the next room as you clear the table, or slowly make your way down the beach, and hear the delicate crescendo of the high-notes of the steel drum blowing out over the water like bubbles, like laughter, like timeless, melodic sprites?

I know I can do this. I hear the music in your sharing.

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