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?):

Band wagon fan

Recently I finished the book, Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. I wasn't going to read it, intentionally, because it had gained so much hype. I always do that. I didn't watch the show Friends until it was nearly in syndication, and then of course I realized that all of those fans were right -- it's a great show. Well, same thing with this book. The hype is right on. My Mom actually gave me the book, insisting I would love it. And I did.

Here's one of my favorite passages (which really has little to do with the story line, but I love it anyways):

"I met an old lady once, almost a hundred years old, and she told me, "There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over in history. How much do you love me? And Who's in charge?" Everything else is somehow manageable.

Love and control. Go figure. When I reflect on the arguments of my past, these two topics sure stand out. So really I'm not fighting or arguing, I'm being historically accurate. Wouldn't want to let history down by fighting over silly things like what to eat for dinner, or how to dress the kids.

If you're not one of the 40 million (made that number up) who have already discovered the book...read it, give it as a gift, donate it, leave it on a doorstep. It's unforgettable.