I feel slightly hypocritical writing this post. You’ll soon understand why. You see, I have been thinking what an excellent idea it would be to create a keepsake for my kids about the sort of things we as a family get up to in December. A scrapbook if you like, with photographs of people we were with, ticket stubs from a show we went to, a few recipes of their favourite dishes, their craft items, the songs sung in their choir etc.
It is a good idea if you have kids, right? It is something I would have liked to have from my childhood. A December snapshot of Christmas our way anno 1979. The hypocritical bit of my suggestion is, ahem…. that I am the kind of mum who has not made baby books, or toddler books or any other book for that matter. I am the kind of mum who instead has compiled three huge plastic boxes! Plastic boxes waiting to be turned into books. 10+8 years of goodies waiting to be turned into books. One day. Soon. Shortly after I finish “Christmas our way anno 2013” times 2. Because it is a good idea, isn’t it?