Cute stories.

Our oldest son was two when our daughter arrived from Korea. After she was here for about ten days, he announced, "You can take her back to the airport now."

I guess he'd had enough.

It's times like this that I wish I'd kept a journal, or better baby books. I remember they always said the cutest things, but I can't remember any of it. It's so frustrating.

My sister was a nanny for years to this lovely family with two little boys. She kept a journal of everything she did with the guys, and everthing they said, every day. It is one of the best gifts she could ever give that family, one that she wishes she could have given her own children.

Did any of you keep journals way back when?

Maybe we could begin them for our grandchildren. Now there's a thought.