Friday, September 23, 2011

mother dearest

is beat ass tired today.  it has been a helluva long week.  and it's all my fault.  i am having problems forgiving myself for my imperfections.  and there are a lot of them.  at least there seem to be this week.  i think being a mom is the very hardest job i have ever had.  not that i would trade it for anything in the world.  i just need to learn to cut myself some slack.  relax.  take a deep breath.  i am a better mom when i relax, but i get stressed out about whether or not i'm being a good mom, so i can't relax.  and then i end up in tears and calling my mom for help.  which she gladly provides.  i am one of the lucky ones who absolutely loves their mom and has no recriminations from my childhood for her.  i think she did a great job with kirby and i.  especially with all the curve balls life threw at her.  so i have high expectations to live up to.  but, as my friend reminded me this week, it is far more important for my children to see me loving them and enjoying them, than hating myself for not being perfect.  they will learn self respect and self love from me and that is something i need to work on.  not that i hate myself or anything, i just expect a lot.  but today was a perfect afternoon.  we had a wonderful time out at washington on the brazos.  and we ended the day with marley walking around the house singing: oh icky  butt, paint it green!  which of course made me laugh b/c i have no idea where she got that song from. 
matching robes curtesy of granny

anybody have any idea what this means?  besides just being kinds scary?

momma's helper



chasing a butterfly today on our adventure at washington on the brazos

"ummm...i need it."





chasing a squirrel.  she got really close to it.  it must have been somewhat tame.

the stand off.



hmmm....maybe i walked too far.





so as i am loading up the girls and the gear this piece of my car fell off.  not sure what it is or where it came from.  just threw it in with the rest of the crap.  hopefully ben will know what it is.

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