It may not be paper, but at least it's more permanent than my FB status updates. I only worry that now that I've committed to this, the kids will stop providing me with material. They'll wake up tomorrow and be... like everyone else's kids. They'll use toilets, rather than holes in the garden and the corner of the toyroom behind the TV. They'll refrain from rifling through my medicine cabinet and I'll no longer be able to walk in on them swabbing their ears with a tampon. I won't find bits of breakfast and dinner stuck under the table top... weeks later.
I kept meticulous journals from the age of 8 or 9, right up until Bennett was born (which M has been told to burn quickly should anything happen to me). I can't believe I stopped keeping track once all the interesting stuff actually began to happen.
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