None of my children have baby books. One day in my old age, I will sit in a rocking chair scrolling Instagram to show my grandchildren all about their parent's childhood. That's just life. I don't like scrapbooking in the first place and on top of that I'm just trying to keep the kiddos alive. Enough with the pressure, amiright? So I plan to share some things here on the ole' blog as a sort of memory keeper for myself. Because let's be honest... I can barely remember what I had for breakfast, wait did I eat breakfast?! See what I mean? So bare with me as we have a few random posts of Christmas errr... Memories* passed. Let's start with my son's most recent birthday party. He turned 6 and was obsessed with dinosaurs.. insert A Dinosaur Party.