A few years ago, when Boodi was a toddler, and I was pregnant with Lady, I got into Pinterest as if my life depended on it. One of the ideas that I actually followed through with was to get a mason jar and scrawl down  memories of each day, the purpose of which was supposed to be to fill the jar with  fragments of your daily life which you then open and read on New Years Eve. I wrote  baby memories on scraps of tissue paper and then folded them and made them into little twists. I kept it up for a while, before life got in the way, as it does. The jar has sat on top of a bookshelf gathering dust, but…