The Lazy Mom's Record Keeper

Norah did something recently at a dinner with family and Mark's Aunt Tina remarked to me, "Better put that one in her baby book." In her Whoosey Whatzit? It took a minute for me to register the whole baby book thing. There are moms out there - who, by the way, I respect very much - that still carry on this time honored tradition. From milestone to daily minutia, they diligently record baby's every deed in The Book. I really like this idea in theory. In fact, while I was pregnant (probably in my nesting phase) I even thought of starting a baby book type journal for Norah.

There are just a couple of problems with the idea. First, my handwriting is really nothing to record for posterity. Add to that the fact that I'm left handed and anything written in ink gets smeared across the page...well let's just say I would've flunked calligraphy school. Second, I'm too busy. That is to say, I'm lazy. Spending all that time writing those things down (neatly, no less) just seems like something I wouldn't make a priority. So when Mark's aunt brought it up, it was the first time I thought about since I'd had Norah. And all this thinking about The Baby Book got me feeling kind of guilty. Do I just not love my child enough to catalogue her every achievement? Will she have an assignment one day in junior high, ask to see her baby book, and be bitterly disappointed at her mother's lack of interest in her life?

Then I remembered...

I blog.

So here's Norah's "Baby Book" story:

The other day we had dinner at Mark's aunt and uncle's house. His Aunt Cindy is in town and requested his uncle's home made Chinese food. Uncle Frank makes the best Chinese food around (and we like visiting with them anyway) so we were in! Before the meal Mark decided to feed her some hot and sour soup. I think he was kind of doing it as a joke to see her "sour face". Well Daddy, no such luck. Norah LOVES hot and sour soup! She kept yelling for more (which is about the only thing she says that sounds remotely like "Mamma"). Strong flavors do not intimidate this kid. It looks like we've got a baby foodie on our hands.

There. Now it's all recorded on the World Wide Interweb for posterity. Guilt trip averted.