As I look back over the last 3+ years of this blog, I'm in love. I'm so thankful we have a record of our life.
But then, I wonder.
What becomes of a child who can wonder to himself ten years from now, "I wonder what I was doing May 28, 2008?" and then look it up. Is that weird? That goes way beyond any baby book I've ever seen.
*Are we blogging moms great historians and story tellers of our families or are we raising a self-centered generation?
*When Eliot starts dating (when he's 25...) his girlfriend won't have to wait to meet us to see baby (awkward) pics of him. She will undoubtedly find this post.
Um...I'm sorry and you're welcome?
P.S. Go to yesterday's blog and shoot me an email. Go.