I don’t have a baby book for either one of my kids. Instead, I have my blog.
It might seem weird to some people that I share so much of our lives online, but it’s something I’ve been doing for over 10 years. And honestly, I like this method better. First of all, I am able to get feedback from other moms and dads about things going on in our lives- the good, the bad, and the hilarious. And in a baby book, you record the stats-type things: weight, first tooth, first steps, first words. Rarely does anyone keep track of the ridiculous behavior that kids exhibit in a baby book. And THAT is the stuff that I really want to remember in 20 years. Who cares when Maggie got her first tooth? I want to remember how she once fell asleep wearing socks for gloves.
So at the end of each year, I want to go back and read through my archives. And remember those moments. They grow up so fast. Both a blessing and a curse ;)
Some highlights from 2010 (stars next to some of my favorites):
is there an echo in here?
pretty much my favorite picture, ever*
you are welcome for the free birth control
insanity, round two
you can do this
OH THE HUMANITY
her big, fat little mermaid birthday
if this doesn’t sum up Age Three Attitude, I don’t know what does*
secrets! lies! mean cakes! surprises! more meatballs than we’ll ever eat in our LIVES!
if I could put time in a bottle…*
Maggie’s little sister*
let’s go bananas
imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
photographic evidence of fun
becoming a daddy*
my blogging road
keeping her innocence
a born story-teller*
in which Mommy is Too Pregnant To Be Any Fun Anymore*
I believe the word you are looking for is: WHOA.
thar she blows (up her own house. with her belly.)*
sometimes you gotta improvise
so I guess this means we’re… ready? maybe? kinda sorta?
celebrating our talents*
let’s all celebrate and have a good time!
GEE I DON’T KNOW WHY I’M EXHAUSTED ALL THE TIME.
the same. but different.
in which Audrey is born*
the many faces of a sleeping newborn
our big day out*
and just like that, she’s 15.
in which I pat myself on the back. just a little bit.*
what is the reason for the season again?
I can sound like a cow, I can go MOO MOO*
a letter to my first baby*
never thought she’d do it
Audrey, three months old
not at all related to Christmas
Happy New Year, everybody!