Then, I had one hour out alone one afternoon where I ran from different printing facilities to test the quality and cardstock it'd be sent on. It was crazy because one place printed all yellow'ey, and another too washed out. So I brought them all home to have Declan help me pick the best quality.
So he did. And that's where it stopped.
I cut one, had it on my fridge and all, for weeks.
I never did get back out to get them printed and cut. And here we are. My baby turns 2 months old this week. I have no desire nor the time to print them, address them, pay for stamps, and do all that. I really thought I would, but I finally made the decision it's just not happening.
So basically? I fail.
It was a good effort. But that's about all it was.
Classic second child syndrome, I suppose. Sorry, Luce. Still love ya, girl. xoxo.