Ridge, matched his tie to my shirt. I love it that he'll wear pink!
Cannon pulled me close for our picture together.
I have the best mom ever!
Sweet Laine wanted her hair in Princess Leia braided buns. She looked cute.
And my Sommer, still toothless.
And I"m writing these thoughts in small font because no one needs to read them. I'm just journaling. I tried my best not to let the mother guilt get to me. I had a twinge of it when I read Laine's card/book that she made in class. She said under the mom likes section: "my mom likes it when we do what she says." Seemed like she had trouble thinking of fun mom things. But her card was so sweet and so thoughtful. I'd be lying to say that I'm not reading a lot into that. I was thinking today as I was doing laundry "why can't I just think like a dad?" Dads get cards that say "you're awesome! and you're my hero!" And they totally believe it. And they should. So why are moms so hard on themselves? There are no perfect parents. My kids are healthy and happy and they do great at school.They fight and have no idea how to thoroughly clean the bathrooms or their rooms but they do their chores, sometimes without complaint but mostly with complaints, but they do them. They're turning out ok so we must be doing something right.