Whitney is always bugging me to put more detail into my foursquare check-ins because knowing that I’m at Target isn’t quite as good as picturing me enjoying sacred alone time or juggling extra helpers. Fair enough.
Foursquare just sent me their “a year ago” email and it made me remember the day with a smile.
It reminded me that Whit and I took our little ones to a super amazing playspace simultaneously hosting a parenting webinar on our laptops, while our big boys had their first day of first grade. After picking up my children, we celebrated the arrival of the school year with our favorite pizza.
And the very next day, I checked myself into the hospital (both in real life and on foursquare) with the note “having a baby.” I guess those memo fields really do serve to jog the memory.