Sometimes my 5 year old drives me nuts with her attachment to things like balloons and cupcakes that I can’t possibly preserve for all eternity. She also creates and says things that turn me into a weepy-eyed wuss-bag when I realize I can’t bottle them up and save them forever. So where better to turn than Tumblr? Whenever there’s a precious moment or piece of ephemera doomed to be swept from the beach of memory by time’s relentless tides, I just snap a picture and post it to a micro-blog! Yay! Say goodbye to the transience of childhood!