Honestly, I get it. You had the best intentions. You bought the baby record book and you added scattered memos to your phone in the middle of the night of things you didn't want to forget.
You even stocked up on scrapbooking items before the baby was born, fully intending to create the Mother of All Scrapbooks to keep all those precious memories you want to remember forever and ever, once the brain fog dissipates. The first time your baby smiled (how magical), the first time they pooped so much it went all the way up to their neck (again, just pure magic).
Except you've been so busy. The months fly by and all those milestones you were sure were tattooed in your memory have all vanished. Their first food? Who knows? Their first song? Wouldn't have a clue.
The likelihood of these baby books getting filled with memories decreases with every new child. Even getting photos printed for an album is a mission, let alone sitting down to sum up months into paragraphs, print and glue photos of their first bath or remembering to reach out for the book to note down their height at any given point.
I'm hereby freeing you from the obligation to fill out that record book. Seriously, get rid of it. You don't need that guilt every time you walk past it, staring mockingly at you from the bookshelf.