I have my baby book, complete with my date of birth, height and weight, and first word. That’s it. The baby books for the siblings who followed were blank. One could say it gave them an air of mystique, not knowing any of those vital facts.
Of course, being the eldest, there are mostly only photos of me in infancy and early childhood, a rare photo here and there of my brother, a few with my sister. When my youngest sister arrived on the scene, I was of the age to use a camera fairly successfully. Thus, some of her childhood is documented in color.
My children’s baby books are detailed and completed filled. They have scrapbooks loaded with precious memories. I don’t think they’ve ever looked at them.
Truly, my mother was accurate in her assessment of the value of a baby book.