Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in lily_e_potter's InsaneJournal:

Thursday, April 24th, 2008
11:48 pm	More from my old journal I was flipping through some of the pages. These two entries caught my eye, August 4, 1980 I gave you a bath, and put you down for a nap. I modified this spell, to move the rocker slowly. It works so well; you move every so slightly, swaying to and fro, and you fall asleep in an instant it seems. Oh, your eyes are so cute; they are a pale blue grey. I hope they get dark like your father's. Your eyelides flutter as you sleep; your little lips purse and move, like you are eating something that tastes good. It is such a relief; you don't cry or whimper. Harry, you close your eyes and you are are off. So, it was bath day, today. This was the second one; the first went without a hitch, although I was scared to death I would let you slip under the water or that you would cry. But like the first one, you seemed content to lie in the water. You were in the small tub on the counter, looking up at me and waving your fists. Then you opened your hands, and hit your hands flat on the water, causing a splash. I laughed. You got such an odd look, and I was afraid that you would start to cry and then you did it again and again! I knew you would like the water! When I told James, he was charmed; he just adores you! I don't think you could do anything that he wouldn't find absolutely cute. He even WANTS to change your nappies, all the time. I think its because he has a tendency to dress you, and change what you are wearing. He is convinced that you have an adventuresome spirit, so he keeps putting in you these adorable robes and little sport outfits. He has all of these plans for the two of you. I can hear him whispering plans of flying lessons, Quidditch tournaments, and other activities. He is sure you are going to be a flyer, like himself. He is constantly increasing the speed of the rocker,and more than once I have come in, finding you, laughing and waving your hands in the air as the little bed flies from one side to another, grinning, as he has you going back and forth at record speed! I swear, next thing I know, he is going to have a baby seat put together to attach to a broom, so he can fly about the house with you. I guess lucky for me, that we aren't allowed off the property. I think my hair would turn gray! I am all for flying fast, but you are just an infant, Harry! Plenty of time for that to come. Lot of love to you, my little lovebug, Mummy This one I remember so clearly, like it was yesterday.... August 30, 1980 I got you up today, and when I looked down at you, your eyes were green! My eyes staring up at me from you small face. It was a shock. I wasn't sure I was seeing you correctly, so I called for James. He came up, running. I guess I sounded kind of panicked, because James scared me, he was so scared at first. I was surprised and pointed down at you. When James saw you, he just smiled and berated me for scaring the crap out him! I couldn't help it. It was such a surprise. You are cradled in my arms now, and I can see that they are almost exactly the same color as mine. Your bright green eyes look up at me with such wisdom. You seem to know everything. I like yours much more than my own. With James's dark hair framing your sweet face, I think your eyes look perfect. You have started really noticing things and you watch me so intently. We talk about the future, you and I. We are making great plans; you'll go to Hogwarts, that is obvious. I want you to meet your Sirius and your Remus- all uncles as far as I am concerned. I know I want you to meet your auntie, Petunia, and your cousin, Dudley. I think you two will be great friends. But all that has to wait until we get things resolved so that we can be allowed out of the house, and allowed to have people over. Oh,my, you are too, too precious! Love, Mummy (Comment on this)
Friday, April 18th, 2008
4:19 pm	My old Journal I found it! I was so sure it would have been discovered.  But the house is a monument; like a shrine or a tomb.  It was eerie to walk in there, seeing everything the way it was.  I almost fainted; the memories came back so fast and furiously. I can see us everywhere, playing on the floor in the living room, sitting on the stairs together while Harry slept.  I became blinded by tears, and had to dash up the stairs, into our bedroom.  It was still there, next to the bed, covered in dust. I grabbed it and could not look over my shoulder at the empty nursery. Perhaps, someday, I will be able to truly face this place.  Today is not that day. I just wanted my journal. Outside in the fresh air, I sat down on the walk, my back against the fence.  The house in Godric's Hollow at my back. It is my past. The book holds my thoughts and memories, to share with Harry.  He never knew.  I wanted him to know, to have this piece of me.  It is all so fresh in my mind, still. I opened to the first page, to read: August 1, 1980   Dear Harry,   That’s we decided to name you Harry Potter.  James is thrilled.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so excited in my life!  He wants to smoke cigars, drink Champagne and carry you about, crowing at the top of his lungs, “MY BOY! MY SON!”   I decided I wanted to start writing this journal to you, so that when you are very old, you can read the thoughts of your very proud mother, and her ramblings about her wonderful boy- You, of course.   You were almost 8 pounds, 18 inches long with a full head of hair.  Your eyes are this amazing blue color.  Your dad teased me, asking who I had been sleeping with, which is ridiculous of course. You are the spitting image of him.  And you could have only gotten that black hair from your dad.   I hold you in the crook of my arms while I am writing in this.  James is asleep, next to me in bed.  Remus was so sweet to get me these dictating quills.  I just have to speak, and the quill writes for me so my hands are free.  I plan on writing every day. I am of course, telling this to you right now, speaking softly so as to not disturb your sleeping father.  We came home today.  James was so terrified we’d splinch you; he almost made us come home by broom!! Thank goodness the healer told him that it wasn’t practical and that you could get a cold.  So he relented.   Harry, your little fingers are amazing.  You have the tiniest nails, and the healer said I should put gloves on you or you’ll scratch yourself.  But I can’t! I keep putting your little fingers in my mouth!  Your skin is so soft, and you make the cutest little noises in your sleep.  James said you are dreaming of flying already; he is quite sure you are going to be a professional Quidditch player.  I say Potions master.  You have the right hands; I can see a wand in your fists, waving it about.   Oh, my little boy, how can you be the one? You perfect creature, so small and defenseless?  How can you beat Voldemort?  What special magic has been born in you?  We are in hiding.  We are going to protect you.  James and Sirius have decided to place the secret on Peter; he will hold our lives in his hands.  Sirius said it is the best way to divert the obvious; even the Death Eaters know they are the best of friends.    We will have a brief ceremony in the next few days, and Sirius will be your godfather.  That means, you go live with him if anything happens to us, my darling little boy.  OH! Now your father is awake, watching me speaking to you, writing this all down.   Lots of Love, lovebug   Mommy (Comment on this)