Rememory

I feel guilty that I haven't posted more photos of Sydney. We seem so busy and, well, it is really Adam that controls the photos. He has to do all sorts of fancy things to them before they are ready for use. It is like getting a professional portait done everyday and including the looong wait times for the prints. What is a picture really? There is no way that it can convey they cute noises she is making. It won't show her kicking her legs ninety-to-nothing. It won't show her sigh when she gets her bear blanket and pacifier to go to sleep. I guess we get all those moments and bear the responsibility of filing them away in our memory. I have always had a bad memory, but I can tell that I have changed. We had lunch with my mom and her friend at work the other week and they were talking about the sweet baby smells and how you never forget it. Then her friend said, "and the hot baby smell". I was thinking what is that? That doesn't sound good! To my surprise my Mom chimed in that she remembers it. They explained that it is the way a child smells when they have been outside playing. You never forget it. I was given the impression that it is a good smell (or at least a memory making one) so I can't wait to smell it.

My memory skills (or rememory, as my friends and I used to say) aren't the only thing that has changed. I find myself less worried about silly things and more focused on the important ones. I go through my day with purpose, but I constantly remind myself to stop and enjoy the moments I have with my family and take a few mental pictures for my rememory. Before being a mother, I would yell "BUG!" and wait for Adam to run through the room with a shoe to conquer it. "No, don't use MY shoe!", I would say. Yesterday, to my surprise (and I think Adam's) I yelled "BUG!" and as Adam ran up behind me I removed my own shoe and took care of the situation. There are things you just have to do when you are a mother, things you avoided in the past but you meet head on now.