One thing I sometimes regret not doing--at least until I realize I'd never be able to keep it up, and then I don't feel so bad--is taking those staged monthly photos of my boys to record how fast they grew during that first year. I love seeing updates from friends who take pictures with their babies sitting in the same chair or with the same stuffed animal, or even with one of those "I am 3 months old" stickers slapped to the belly of a white onesie. I remember once seeing a collection of photos of a little girl wearing the same adult-sized gown every year starting from age 1 until she'd grown into the dress at 18. Genius. I always wanted to do something like that and then just...didn't.
It's not like I don't already take a million other photos of my kids; I have plenty of evidence of what they looked like not just at milestone ages but also at random times like 8 months, 4 days, 2 hours, and 16 minutes old exactly, with pureed squash in their hair. There's just something different and...special, I guess, about having a consistent set-up every single month (or week, or even day, if you're really ambitious).
Why do I get such a kick out of these photos, even when they've become so common they're now cliche? Maybe it's just my order-loving brain responding to the way the ritual brings structure to the chaos that is raising a baby. Or maybe it's something deeper, more emotional. Maybe it's that they grow up so, so fast I can hardly believe my eyes. Pic or it didn't happen.
Do/Did you take monthly photos of your baby?
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