Cookies

Being a mom doesn't always come easily. I don't always make the right choices, or say the right things. Some days I just want my house to stay the way I cleaned it and I want to have time to finish my huge stack of unfinished projects.
But I never, ever regret putting aside all of the 'must do's' on my list and sitting down with my kids for some play time.

I realized today that I am happiest when I have helped my little boys to have a happy day.
When I make my day more about them than about me.

Today we played with play-doh. Weston used the rolling pin to make cookies. And then he baked them in the oven. No help or prompting from me. And I couldn't help but be proud of his accomplishment.
We had so much fun squishing and pinching and rolling blue cookies.

After a fun and laughter-filled lunch, I packed up these adorable little boys and we went for a walk. We haven't done that for months. It was cold. (so so so so so cold) But the sun was shining and we needed to get out.
We looked at icicles (I tossed in a mini-science lesson about ice, whoa, getting ambitious!), threw Mr. Incredible in the snow, and slip and slided on the iced-over snow patches.

I know I have a long ways to go, but today I felt like I was a good mom.
And that was a really really great feeling.