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Published 3/24/26
Last week, my toddler threw my keys in the toilet.
The week before that, he launched a monster truck out of our apartment window. I was too scared to see where it landed.
This is just life right now. Eyes everywhere, at all times, or something goes off a balcony.
He Also Loves Our Photo Books More Than Almost Anything
I started making Monthly Minis, little photo books from my camera roll, a few months ago. Honestly, I was skeptical he'd care. He cared a lot.
He carries them around the house. Studies each page like it holds the secrets of the universe. Yells "That's Daddy!" at a photo of my husband eating cereal. Brings them to show the dog, who is also unimpressed but polite about it.
It's one of the sweetest things I've watched. As a mom who takes thousands of photos a month that mostly live and die on a camera roll, there's something deeply satisfying about watching him actually hold those memories. Actually interact with them.
And Then He Discovered the Sound Paper Makes When It Rips
It was only a matter of time.
One afternoon he found our latest Mini and within about four minutes had removed several pages from the binding. Methodically. Joyfully. With the kind of focus he does not apply to literally anything I ask him to do.
And then he chewed on one. The texture, apparently, is also delightful.
A lesser mom might have spiraled. I, however, had already heard about the Toddler Guarantee.
Simple: if your kid destroys a Chatbooks photo book, they'll replace it for free.
Chewed it? Replaced. Ripped it apart? Replaced. Let the dog have a turn? Also replaced. Threw it in the toilet like my keys? Going to assume yes, also replaced.
The whole idea is that Chatbooks actually wants their books to be used. Not displayed behind glass. Not preserved perfectly on a shelf. Used. Carried around. Flipped through a hundred times. Loved until they fall apart, and then replaced so you can do it all over again.
Because that's what a photo book is actually for.
When you're in the thick of toddler life, you don't have bandwidth for things you have to worry about. The list is already long enough.
Having something I can hand my kid, something he can hold, explore, carry to the dog, chew on without me hovering or stressing about it? That's genuinely valuable. It's one less thing. And one less thing is everything some days.
He can destroy the memories. I'll just make more.
The wild part is that someday,maybe sooner than I think, he won't be throwing things out windows anymore. He'll be the kid who sits down and actually flips through his books. Who asks "what was I doing here?" and "who is that?"
And I'll have the books to show him.
Even the ones we had to replace.
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