I'm not usually one to make New Year's resolutions, but this year there is something I think I can improve on — finding a balance between documenting and enjoying the kid.
We have two iPhones, a digital camera and a Flip Cam full of pictures and video and yet, every time he does something cute and I don't have a camera at hand I feel a little pang of regret. But, every time I pull out a camera I regret watching the cuteness through pixels.
Add to that the pressure of the 21st century baby book — not only do I feel like I should be recording the kid's milestones in his actual baby book, but sharing them with his adoring fans on and the family blog.
There has to be a balance between truly enjoying him now and using this technology to have adequate ammunition to embarrass the kid when we meet his first date.
When I was a baby, photos and video were much more expensive to take and replicate. We only have a few dozen pictures of my sister and I as babies. I'm sure my parents would love to have a more, but their rarity makes them special.
Besides, my mom doesn't need the pictures of me to remember what it was like when I was little. Our babyhoods have been recalled enough that I feel like I remember them. I grew up hearing the story about how I would patiently create elaborate cities out of blocks only to let my little sister gleefully destroy them. And, of course, there is the lovely tale about how my first diaper blowout made my mom miss out on meeting Stevie Nicks.
And, trust me. That was one of the first stories she shared with my husband when we were dating.