Mama gave me all my baby book stuff a while back. After looking at it, I put it up in the attic to keep it safe from my destructive tendencies. Recently though, we've been wanting to look at it to see when I hit different milestones. So I crawled up in the stupid, spider's-hang-in-mid-air attic and found it.
I was looking through the first year calendar mama kept. It makes me realize how badly I'm doing at that part of motherhood. I'm keeping this blog and I'm writing down when she does stuff like laugh or roll over (which she sorta did on Monday, P.S.) but mama took it to a whole other level. She wrote down things like when I got an ear infection and what kind of medicine they gave me... when I first pitched a fit when Lindsay took a toy from me(she's always been out to get me)... what the wind chill was at the Christmas parade that year... etc.
Wanna know what my first word was?
Cookie.
Shoulda known.
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