Minutes After Lumpy was Born. |
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The baby years have not been what I imagined. I thought I’d abide by the mantra “live in the moment” and “treasure these fleeting months.” I thought I’d feel nothing but overwhelming love and delight.
Um, yeah, more like claw for survival and pray to make it through one more night of sleep deprivation/torture.
(Yeah, I had some nasty post-partum depression. You can read more about that here.)
(Yeah, I had some nasty post-partum depression. You can read more about that here.)
Needless to say, the last three years have been a blur. But that doesn’t mean that haven’t been full of precious memories and perfect moments. I wanted a way to preserve these days (at least the good parts). Because goodness knows, if I don’t write it down, there’s no way my groggy brain will remember.
Here are two ways I memorialize “the good ole days.”
Carter’s First Year Calendar

These calendars are perfect for recording those special memories as you go about your daily routine. There are cute stickers to highlight the common milestones. Writing prompts at the beginning of each month help you record the habits and budding personality of your little one. I did this for the first three years of Loopy’s life. It’s so fun to see how much he has learned and changed. Lumpy is already on calendar number two. How did that happen???
These calendars are perfect for recording those special memories as you go about your daily routine. There are cute stickers to highlight the common milestones. Writing prompts at the beginning of each month help you record the habits and budding personality of your little one. I did this for the first three years of Loopy’s life. It’s so fun to see how much he has learned and changed. Lumpy is already on calendar number two. How did that happen???
I also loved this Calendar when Loopy was older. Less babyish and had large squares to record the day’s silly stories. Also lots of space devoted to photos.
This tradition is near and dear to my heart. Before I was even conceived, my mother wrote to me and spelled out her prayers for me in a journal. Her love is poured out on those pages. Through the journal, I’ve received the precious gift of hearing my mom’s heart as she was a young mother, struggling just like me. I get to see evidence that prayers change lives, namely, mine. When she gave me the journal on my wedding day, I knew I was receiving a treasure.
I started a book for each of my boys as well. I fill it with stories of their cuteness and prayers for their maturity in the Lord. I hope that when I finally give it to them, they will see God’s faithfulness written in the story of their lives.
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