I was going through my scrapbook pages last night and organizing them into Birdy's baby book (which, once a few more events are scrapped, will be finished) and I realized that while I had the page protectors, I didn't have post extenders. The things I learn. Moreover, the things I never thought I would write or say: post extenders. Gar.
I think it's turning out well, the baby book. It's full of things that I want to remember about this year. To be honest, I don't care when she smiled first, or crawled, or rolled over. I want to remember that she and Brandon come and visit me at work during lunch. That we went to the pool. That she got temporary tattoos with our friend Kate. That she has already been drinking and driving (long story, no alcohol involved). I want pictures of her smiling and being hugged and loved and kissed.
Having a baby makes me think a lot more about my own mortality. When I'm going through her book and making pages, I keep thinking "if something happens to me, what do I want Birdy to see about me?" I just want Birdy to know that she is loved, and that we had good times. This baby book is all about that idea.
Onto something less macabre. I bought this today. I'm stoked beyond reason. This is going to be my version of my friend Anita's post-its she has with her kids' funny stories and crazy quotes. It's going to be awesome. Promise. You can see Ali's version, which is also awesome.
And last thing: I think I'm going to do this. Wish me luck.