I suppose it is a way to mark the oh-how-cute little things that I see (The word "cute" is only acceptable in the male vernacular if it is used to describe one's own daughter.) and which make me think to myself, "Self, you really should remember that for years from now when you're fed up with her curfew violations and regrettable piercings," and then promptly forget.
This is probably a good idea because my memory is horrible, details especially. It's a personality trait I leave off of job applications.
Also, consider these entries a favor to those of you with a short attention span.
Let's kick it off with this item from earlier today:
Watching Elise properly (and rather tidily) use a spoon to polish off two bowls of Anni's broccoli soup, without reminders to not scoop with both toddler talons. It was the first time she really got the hang of eating soup that has not been doctored to make it easier for her to eat.
If you don't think that's a big deal, try cleaning soup puree from every nook and cranny of a high chair.
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