I am a religious baby book keeper… or should I say I was. With Reuben I NEVER missed an entry, every week I would document my pregnancy, then after he was born every minute detail was recorded, probably including the first time he burped properly, at what time and how everyone laughed… until he threw up. I even kept the thing they used to break my waters in the hospital AND my original pregnancy test. I know.
Then came Toby and I was still pretty good, all of my friend’s told me I just wouldn’t have the time to document a pregnancy journal, and certainly not afterwards (‘You want to do another 1 to 5 years book? Are you kidding? That will never happen!!’) but I was pretty good. Ok, I didn’t get his first fart or the minute and nanosecond of the day that he had his first pre-birth kick, but the usual stuff I got. I definitely got it.
Then came pregnancy number 3. You may have noticed that my Pregnancy Diaries start at week 16… there is a reason for this. It’s because I haven’t had the time! I have a pregnancy journal, it’s empty. And to make matter’s worse, this is a little girl, so chances are she is going to be reading her baby book in years to come as opposed to using it to support a pool table! So after a long hard talk with myself I decided to set up a weekly blog post so when I have a moment or two I can fill in her baby book by being sneaky and going back through the blog!
But seriously, what about people who don’t have children’s blogs, who are just strapped for time and really don’t have it in them to commit to baby books?
Lists. Lists are what happen. You have them on your phone, in your diary, on scrappy pieces of paper and on the fridge. Everywhere. All with the intention of writing them in a safe place. I know you do, don’t be shy!
Well now you have Parenthood Listography: My Kid in Lists. Yes, it’s here, a place to put your lists! From the day to day to the hilarious and cute, there is a list page for EVERYTHING. And you can keep the book in your bag and jot down in one word or two a memory that will no doubt create an hour or two of stories in your child’s future.
So, I challenge you, parent who has no time to record and regrets it later, to buy listography and get recording in a word or two all of your child’s special (and insane, hilarious, not so hilarious, frustrating and magical) moments. Do it. Now.