From my last post about preserving family legacies, a few things became clear in comments: 1. We all want a way of recording and preserving our family memories for our children. 2. We all have enough incomplete baby book guilt to fill an airplane hangar.

I remember feeling back in those early sleep-deprived days that the baby book was soooo important. And then feeling absolutely horrendous that I never finished Thalia’s–let alone Sage’s.

(Dear second children: Sorry. Love, every parent ever.)

Now with my kids a bit older, it feels like remembering the day your daughter got her first tooth or what her first foods were or how many freaking receiving blankets you unwrapped at your shower and from whom are all pretty insignificant details; at least to me.

What I find more meaningful are the funny things our kids have said, the times we spent together, the trips we took, the family members in their lives that may pass before they’re old enough to remember them. Continue reading →