From Their Lips to My Short-term Memory

You may remember that a few months ago I wrote a post called “Forget the Baby Book” as a way to record and remember all of the precious gems that leave the mouths of my kids.  If you did remember, I am impressed.  I can’t remember my own kids’ names much less what you posted to your blog a few months ago.

You think I’m exaggerating?  Two weeks after Chloe was born someone at church asked me her name, and I couldn’t remember. I stumbled around, remembered that Elizabeth was her middle name, but was in a panic that her first name had escaped me.  I stalled by making a joke until I could remember her first name is Chloe.  I blame this lapse in memory on the fact that she was almost a full day old before we named her.  Also, I have discovered that with each baby I have pushed out I have also pushed out precious brain cells.

I digress.  I sat down at the computer today to add more delightful quotations to my on-going post called “Forget the Baby Book.”  I smiled to myself throughout the last few weeks as I would purposely concentrate on the sentences they had uttered so that I would not forget when I got the chance to sit at my computer and type.  So tonight was the big night.  I had a catalog in my mind of what I was going to type and the order, and, you guessed it–I sat down to type, and my mind went blank.  I never even smoked marijuana once, and I can’t remember a darn thing.

After a few minutes, some of the kids’ cuteness did come back to me, and I typed away furiously before those memories escaped me forever.  You can read their quotable lines here.  I’m sure when I’m in bed at three A.M. I’ll remember the rest.