If you don’t want to see 7.5 million pictures of my kids, then you definitely don’t want to friend me on Facebook.
In high-school and college my MySpace (and then later in the game Facebook) was filled with pictures that can only be described as “questionable life choices” and “shady boyfriends”. Then the next saga of my life evolved and my Facebook feed was bursting with wedding pictures and honeymoon lovey dovey posts.
However, 8 years ago I gave birth to the most perfect child in the universe, and my Facebook posts took a dramatic shift.
And that’s when I made things “Facebook Official”.
Facebook became my daughter’s baby book.
Now don’t get me wrong, the reason I inadvertently started using Facebook as my baby book isn’t because I lacked the tried and true traditional blue and pink hardcover variety. I received many baby books at my showers. However despite my best intentions to write down dates and print out pictures, my baby books collected dust in the back of the closet.
Traditional baby books and I just didn’t seem to mesh. Trying to find time to cut and glue in between nursing sessions, diaper changes, and snuggles was not a priority. However, the instant gratification of snap and post was much more appealing to this worn out mama.
As we added to our family and my children grew, so did the plethora of pictures of them on Facebook. In fact, I’m pretty confident that I have more pictures of my children uploaded on Facebook than the amount of photos that have ever been taken of myself over my thirty one years of life thus far.
I know friends from years past who haven’t had children yet probably become annoyed at my kid posts, and heck, I’m sure some people with children get annoyed at it too. But I’ll just keep posting away, man.
Why? Because not only has Facebook simplified my no baby book dilemma, Facebook has simplified my life. When my children want to see their baby pictures, I don’t have to climb into the attic and scrounge around for them. I just reach into my back pocket, pull out my trusty phone, and click on Facebook’s “On This Day”. BAM. DONE.
Also, for a girl who can’t remember dates for the life of me, my good ol’ baby book Facebook has saved my hiney a time or two. For example, you know when you go to the doctor and they ask pesky questions that you just can’t for the life of you remember? Enter Facebook.
Doctor: When did your precious bundle of joy have her first bite of solid food?
Me: Well, Doc, according to Facebook it was November 2nd, 2016. Thanks for asking.
If you’re the type of mom who prefers to print photos out and hold them in hand, guess what? There’s an app for that. You can now have your social media pictures printed out into a beautiful ready made book. (Whoever invented that app is clearly a friend to moms everywhere.)
Another perk of my modern day baby book is that sharing my children’s milestones with my out of state family is a breeze. I don’t have to worry that they are out of the loop on what is going on with my family because I share everything loud and proud.
So if you’re like me and can’t seem to get your stuff together enough to put together a fabulously perfect baby book, come to the dark side. Facebook is calling your name.