So when I was pregnant I had my heart SET on doing a scrapbook for Lily's baby book. I mean set. I looked at baby books in every bookstore I could and I hated them all. The questions were dumb, the designs were garish, they didn't cover the topics I thought were important. I wanted to do it. I was adament, no matter what anyone tried to tell me I knew that I was going to make my daughter the best damn baby/scrapbook of all time. My mom bought me a starter kit and I made about ten very adorable pages. About before the baby. And right after the baby was born. After about the second week or so of her life the scrapbook sort of pans out. Or, to be more accurate, cuts off abruptly.
Since she was born she's done a number of things: eat cereal, laugh, roll over, sing, none of which have made it into the scrapbook. I have a word document with all of that recorded but I am so far behind on the scrapbook/baby book front it's ridiculous. And considering all the things I need to do that take priority over scrapbooking it ain't gonna happen.
Today I bought a baby book. This baby book, to be exact.
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