Memory Keeper

When I was pregnant with my first child, I was certain that I was going to be one of those mothers that never got behind on scrapbooks.  The kind who kept up baby books and regular journals about exciting happenings and cute stories.  9 years and another kid later and sadly I have discovered I am not that kind of mom.  I started out great.  My first born, Madison, has 3 beautiful handmade scrapbooks documenting her first year.  Sadly, that is where it ends.  After Jack was born, I became inspired again and I was certain I was going to catch up on Madison's last three years and document Jack's entire life with beautiful pages of adorable pictures, costly stickers and
embellishments.  I mean surely I would have more time now that I was juggling a newborn and a three year old that was certain she was meant to be an only child.  It dawned on me the other day that I have failed miserably.  Poor Jack does not even have one complete book.  Even worse, I have not written down all of their cute and funny stories, thinking there was no need.  I guess I figured I had some sort of super mommy memory and those things would be engrained in my mind forever.  Why in the world I thought this when I cannot always remember what happened yesterday is beyond me.  That being said, after reading a book about a mommy blogger inspired me to try to start now!