I am feeling like a bit of a bad mummy. I never got a baby book, or anything where I could keep track of all those wonderful firsts and milestones my son met and passed, and I feel like I should. Right?
I know that in the long run they won’t matter to how much of a wonderful person he will be, or how successful he will become, or where he goes in life, and I don’t really care whether he gets there before or after any other baby in the world but I think it might be kind of nice just for memories since my own is addled and fuzzy which shouldn’t be a surprise to any mother old or new. I can’t get ‘the old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be…’ out of my head now!
Anyway, I guess I’m going to have some catchup to do in figuring out some kind of chronicle of the past six months or so while keeping up with everything else day to day and in between whatever various ramblings and rants that may come to mind along the way.