I won’t pretend that everyone likes to write as much as I do but if you are one of the strange ones you might like this idea. Almost everyone has some sort of baby book, calendar or plans to scrapbook those hundreds of baby pictures from years past. I have a baby book, scrapbook AND calendar for my first son, a calendar and scrapbook for my second son, a baby book for the third son and a memory card full of pictures for the fourth and only little girl. Actually the fact that I’ve still got plenty of pictures of all of them is pretty remarkable but as far as organizing them and writing milestones down, wow I’m lucky if I get dinner on the table so the milestones often come and go.
Once I realized the scrap-booking dreams were “gone with the wind” I had to think fast. Being the oldest in my own family I am privileged to have my own baby book and pictures galore. It means a lot to me that my mom kept such good records so I didn’t want to “deprive” (ha ha) my children of that privilege. I am also enough older than my sister (the youngest of three) to remember her lament, “Why are there no pictures of me when I was a baby?” Now, NO pictures is a pretty big exaggeration but in her defense most of the pics have older sis and bro in them and as for a baby book… well mom was too busy plucking her off of hooks on the patio and running her back and forth to the ER to have her disconnected arm fixed (not related to the hook incident). In case you are wondering about that… my brother and I discovered that a good restraint for a 3yr old is an infant life jacket and a bike hook looped through the little handle on top. No harm done but we kept my mother busy. 🙂
To the point…
It is now my tradition to purchase a journal for each of my children and write in it as often as possible. I keep them on my nightstand and I try to grab them each time I find myself saying “I should write that down” or get a particular inspiration to tell them something. Sometimes a verse, often a funny story, sometimes praising their accomplishments and personalities. Lately I have only been writing every couple months but it’s better than nothing.
I also have the largest ziploc bag I could find, assigned to each of them and I put artwork, certificates and special momentos including favorite children’s book, little league team shirts (though that’s probably overkill) and pictures inside each one. I have planned to make memory quilts someday when they are all older (maybe for their first baby) so I will include a favorite outfit or scraps of fabric in each as well.