When Maddie was born 13 years ago, we had a fancy digital camera. And by fancy, I mean that it was like 1 pixel and the zoom was horrible. I don’t even think I knew that spatial resolution was a thing. I was filling up the memory card every day BEFORE Darren would get home from work and the poor guy would have to load everything to the computer the second he walked in the door. I had jpegs coming out of my whozits.
It was so great; I was going to make scrapbooks and document everything and be the most amazing mom in the history of ever.
Pfft – that’s funny.
I took a couple pictures when Emily was born and I don’t think I could even find a camera or my phone that first year after Jack-Jack was born.
The good news is that all 3 of them were identical when they were babies. When they ask who is in a picture, I always tell them it’s them (what? Come on, don’t judge. Next you’re gonna tell me the smoke detectors in every room aren’t really Santa cams…Dude, you’re mean)
Fast forward a couple years of zero documenting & zero scrapbooking. That (air quote) Most-Amazing-Mom thing isn’t working out so well. I know, I’m shocked too.