Aaaaaah Gmail. Mi Amore

I opened Gmail accounts for my two children. Yes. Two. That's why its been about year since I blogged. Anyway. Back to Gmail. I can't keep a baby book. I just can't. I've tried and I wish I was that crafty mom who had special scissors and stickers for each event and a bursting scrapbook…but that's my sister, not me. And, while I'm drowning in a certain amount of self-mom-inflicted-guilt, I also really just don't give a crap because here's the deal: I have two boys that probably won't care about that stuff. Thank. God. But here's what they will/may care about: how often I thought about them. How much I loved them. What they looked like when they were little. Where they went. How often. What they did each day. And a baby book can't capture all that. Buuuuuuut my i-phone can. Video? check. Pictures? check. Email? check. So, each day (ok, not every day, but a lot) I send them photos through email, documenting what they did, where they went, the funny, thoughtful, interesting things they said. Or I just tell them, "I love you." Because isn't that what its really all about any way? Love. And that, I can do.