When I had my first child, I decided to keep a journal in order to preserve those precious memories. Although I never was as consistent as I hoped to be, I did pretty well in those early years of jotting down thoughts and happenings and events.
Baby #2 came along, and I did pretty well still.
Babies 3, 4, and 5 came and with them, I became consistently worse about journaling.
I’ve realized, though, that I did a form of journaling through Facebook (and also my blogs). As Facebook now shares my memories from 3, 4, 5 years ago, I see that I posted sometimes the cute things my littles said or did.
My plan is to gather up my journals (all placed strategically around the house to ensure that I CANNOT find them) and to start writing these Facebook posts in the each prospective journal. I’d like, someday, for each child to have these memories in their momma’s handwriting.
For now, though, since I don’t know where each journal is located, I’m going to write the memories in a blog here. It’s too hard to find the old Facebook posts.
So this is the first one and it will include a couple that I saw over the last few days. I plan to put the date of the Facebook entry here so that I can put it in the journal whenever I ever get around to moving this stuff there.
Feb 28, 2010 (Logan) Woke up with a happy 3 year old snuggling with me & smiling & telling me his dream about riding a horse. Absolutely my favorite way to wake up.
March 3, 2012: My 1 year old grabby grabikens just had a trip to the ER because she grabbed her sister’s bowl of HOT noodles off the table & burned herself. it could have been much worse, but the poor precious girl is in lots of pain (although pain meds are currently helpin)
March 3, 2015: So Patrick is really good about playing dolls and kitchen with Ella. (I’m not) Just now Ella says to me, “I wish Daddy was home so he could play kitchen with me.” And I said, “Daddy is really good at playing with you isn’t he?” and she says, “Yes.” And I say, “what am I good for?” And she says, “Really Nothing.” I think she saw the look in my eyes because she thought for a moment then said, “You are good at cooking.”
Life and All Its Good Stuff 