I’m kind of obsessed with my baby. Being a first time parent, that pretty much comes with the territory. I’m also, as you know, quite fond of memory-keeping, specifically Project Life “pocket scrapbooking.”Combine those two things and, well, you have a 12-inch by 12-inch baby book that’s full when said baby is only three months old. To be fair, it also includes the nine months I was pregnant.Kail insists that I plan accordingly and fit months four through 12 in a single book. I’m not making any promises.We take so many photos and videos everyday. It’s kind of a must given that we’re halfway around the world from our families. (Also, as noted above, I’m obsessed with my baby.)Sure, I love having all the photos accessible across all my devices and stored in the cloud for posterity, but I need something tangible as well. There’s just something about flipping through pages of an actual book of actual photographs. It’s also a place to preserve memorabilia like cards, hospital bracelets, the front page of the newspaper, and those pages and pages of printouts monitoring the baby’s heartbeat and my contractions.Also, the process of making the scrapbook itself is special. Browsing and printing photographs, writing captions and journaling cards — it allows me to re-experience and cherish these fleeting moments in Piopio’s life.He was born, and then I blinked and all of a sudden he’s over four months old already. Soon he’ll be crawling and learning to drive and going away to college! (I have a tendency to be a bit overdramatic.) But he’ll always be my baby.