
A small team making one thing — a careful, warm record of who your child is becoming, written by the only people who know the story: you.
When one of our kids was two, she called every bird "a feather person." By Friday, the phrase was gone — nobody could remember exactly how she'd said it.
We tried the apps. Notes apps fill up but never resurface; text-prompt apps feel like homework. None of them did what we actually wanted — someone patient and warm to talk to about our kids, and to keep what we said.
So we built that someone: five to ten minutes a week, while you're putting the dishes away, that turns into a book of stories a year later. The bird phase is in there. So is the dinosaur funeral, and the morning one of them was a fox.
We're small on purpose. Software for families should be made slowly, by people who can hear each other think.
We are not in the data business. We don't sell your interviews, share them with advertisers, or train other companies' models on them.
If you cancel, your stories come home with you — every entry, every photo, in a single download you can stash anywhere.
Same warm voice, other lives worth remembering — arriving slowly, one careful product at a time.

Made by parents who kept forgetting too.