Before I had kids, I was great at scrapbooking. First, I scrapbooked with real photos. Then, when the beauty of technology upgraded my cameras to digital, I started uploading photos to Shutterfly to create photo books. I kept our photos updated and every few months would spend some time arranging the photos into a printed book.
I managed to get baby books done for my first three kids. My first child’s book was elaborately narrated, with storytelling and milestone on each page. My second child’s book was a little more modest . . . no text, and just a basic auto-filled template, but still. Her baby photos are all there.
My third child’s baby book was a bit more complicated, because he didn’t live with us as a baby. But fortunately, I had visited his orphanage enough that I had a lot of pictures, and his caretakers and other adoptive parents had also snapped photos of him and shared them with me. I had enough to fill a book the size of the other kids, and I cherish that we have those early photos of him.
The kids routinely pull out their baby books and read them . . . except for my youngest. I now have a four-year-old child whose baby book I had yet to finish. She asked me frequently, and it was one of those things that was constantly on my to-do list.
Finally, after several episodes of my daughter forlornly mentioning her lack of a book, I dedicated a Saturday to finding, uploading, and arranging her baby book. I had it printed and when it arrived, she squealed with excitement.
She loves looking at it, and it’s such a great way to retell the story of her first year. She loves to cuddle up and listen to us describe each photo.
It took a few hours and about a hundred bucks, but that book is priceless.