Burgh Baby's Mom reminded me about why I blog. To borrow from her, she says, "I blog about my daughter for my daughter." And that's just it. I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you, right?
I've got some Mom guilt. It started when the Baby books weren't filled in with every detail of first poop, first fingernail clippings, and first time baby touched left elbow while wiggling right toes. So I abandoned the formality of baby books, and opted for an old-fashioned journal which I plan to give each kiddo at a later date. Well, that went a little better, but right around the time I started blogging, the journals took a back seat.
So in a perfect world, this glorious format will be bestowed upon my munchkins to show them a snip of who their Mom was in a time of pure, sweet chaos.
And because I can't believe I don't have babies anymore, here are some of my favorite moments (in random order because my GAWD, does it have to take that long to upload photos?):