Confession

We are trying to help our older three adjust to having a newborn, so we decided to have a special Family Home Evening last Monday night. I pulled out the old baby books for each of them so they could see how small they used to be and how much attention they had when they were Oliver's age.
We started with Lizzie's book - it was thick and full of pictures and clever layouts, the pictures continuing through her toddlerhood. Eli was next with a substantial book of his own, but the pictures ended when he was a few months old.
We then pulled out Ivy's book.
We opened it.
It had been filled out with the facts - mother, father, story of the day you were born, how we decided on your name.
Then... nothing. We thumbed quickly through the pages to make sure...
Not a single picture pasted anywhere.
We distracted Ivy with "Let's eat some brownies!" and we put them to bed before she had a chance to say too much...
Monday night found me frantically assembling some baby book pages with a glue stick and Ivy's baby pictures. How did I completely forget that I hadn't put any pictures in Ivy's baby book? Not having a baby book is one thing, but to think all along that I had one for Ivy and then to find out 4 years later that it's actually blank, that's pathetic!