A Look Back

[Note to reader:  There are an obnoxious amount of photos ahead...]

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?):

Fortune Teller?

My Mom got these shirts for the kids when they were teeny tiny.  We wore them, to be polite, but *never* did I think they would be sending us a message from the future!!!  

Tatum's shirt (hilarious picture) as "Future Ski Bunny" and Chase's shirt "Future Ski Dude" is really happening.  We're going into escrow here in San Diego, and moving to those Rocky Mountains.  It's all happening so fast now ...

Here we go!  

P.S.  My kids have never even seen snow.  Never.  We're all in for a rude awakening.  Snow man anyone?