1) I suck. My poor kid is 3 and has no baby book. Not even a photo album. We have taken a ton of pictures but they are all sitting on shutterfly, waiting for me to finally make some photo books. I can vaguely tell you when he crawled, walked, talked, ate peas, etc. but its more of a time frame than a date and its fuzzy. Go ahead, Judge me. The first year is about survival kids, thats it. If you had time to make the perfect baby book, cook gourmet meals and iron your husbands shirts while your kid was an infant then this isn't the blog for you.
2) I have no memory. I am fairly convinced it comes out during childbirth, right after the placenta. If i need to do something and I don't put it in my crackberry calendar, forget it. We do a lot of fun stuff with G, and I wanted to document it somehow. Since I am an internet addict and 30 years from now when my son wants to know this stuff, paper and pen probably won't exist, I figured blogging was the best way.
So today, on G's 3rd birthday, I begin this new adventure. My husband likes to call me the fun police, b/c I am the bad cop (and he, of course, is the good). I'm a tough love, not willing to put up with any crap, determined not to turn her kid into a whiny brat, Mom. Read at your own risk.
