Memories

I was reading a book recently, and it talked about how we do not remember everyday things, but the things that are out of the ordinary.  I guess that is why I am writing this.  I want to remember everyday occurences.  I want to recall events in our lives that may seem mundane at the time, but looking back, years from now, may seem much more momentous. 
I want to remember how Jackson loves to play cars, and how Cole would push the same toy around the house in circles for 20 minutes, and not seem at all bored by it.  Until he sees Mom, and notices she is not paying attention to him, but doing laundry or dishes, and then his fun comes to a dead standstill. 
I want to remember how Jax likes to blow bubbles in his chocolate milk, and even though it drives TJ and me crazy, we let him do it, because he gets such a kick out of it. 
I want to remember how Cole plays peek-a-boo at breakfast.  He covers his eyes and I say "Where's Cole", and he pulls his hands away fast so he can see me, and I say "There he is", and he erupts into a fit of giggles.  Repeat...
I want to remember how Jax asks for "HIS" IPhone (Dad's hand-me-down), then proceeds to know way more about it than I ever will, playing games and watching cartoons on You-Tube.

These are not a big deal around here because they happen every day, but they fun and important in our lives now, so I want to remember them. 

We all remember the big events like birthdays, what the kids wore for Halloween, and who was at holiday gatherings (there is always picture proof).  I am hoping each time I write here, I will create a memory.  It may not have a picture attached, and my kids might not remember it, but I can forever tell them stories of things they did as children.
Yesterday was my birthday, and I had a fun-filled day.  The boys and I went to the pool, I got lots of birthday wishes (via phone and Facebook, and some in person), and then we had a cookout at Denny and Connie's.  There were a few pictures, so I might remember some of it, but what I will know for sure is that I spent it having fun with my family.

And even if you were in some prison,
the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses -
would you not then still have your childhood,
that precious, kingly possession,
that treasure-house of memories? 
~Rainer Maria Rilke