I promised myself I wouldn't, and yet here I am

Beth pointed out to me today that I've fallen into the trap of taking WAY fewer photos of Hope than I did of Emily. I half-heartedly promised myself that I wouldn't do that, that I would ensure there was ample photographic evidence of each stage of her development, a detailed baby calendar and baby book.

I've completely fallen off the wagon.

I do have a baby book. I don't think I've opened it in the last two months. The calendar is faring a little better because it is posted on the fridge where I see it several times a day, but I've scribbled the entries so fast I can barely make out what I wrote.

Hope, if you read this when you're 15, I'm sorry. But, I sure have spent a lot of time cooing, giggling and playing with you, making you laugh and squeal and smile. That's worth more than a thousand words, right? Well, to appease my guilt, I did take this picture yesterday that at least captures how darn cute you are: