It begins

I've decided that I wanted to chronicle all of life's precious little moments with my treasure, Alexis. My hope is that some day when she is grown she will look back on all these moments and cherish the fact that I took the time (time I do not have) to log these memories for her. But I'm a realist, so I'm pretty sure this will simply become a cyber version of my generation's bronzed baby shoes. Covered with dust and spider webs in the virtual attic, forgotten.