Then, next thing I know, I see this face and I just want to squeeze his cheeks.
Which brings me to what I want to talk about this week, cause this is my blog and I can talk about anything I want. You don't have to read it if you don't want to. You can just look at the pretty pictures of my kids.I've been thinking lately about how as mothers and women we're trained to put others first. Admittedly some women go further in their need to please those around them than other women, but I think that to some extent girls are expected to be pleasant and helpful. "Be a good girl." I tell Sophie this all the time, but I don't say it as often to Max. I've been overwhelmed lately with taking care of the kids and cooking and cleaning that I don't seem to have any time for myself. However, even if I did have some time to myself, I'd still be racked with guilt that I'm not accomplishing something on my mile long to do list, or building a block tower with Max or doing a puzzle with Sophie. You might be wondering what I would do with all this alone time and I have a plan, first I'd pour myself a vat of wine and then I'd sit in my bathtub (with or without water) and think about how quiet the house is, maybe I would read something and paint my toenails. Bliss I tell you, bliss. I also think it's different as a military spouse because a lot of times Dave just isn't around to pitch in. So the kids are so used to Mommy doing everything that they (and I) never think to ask Dave to do things, plus only Mommy can do it right (according to Max and Sophie). All in all I'm pretty lucky, I know that, but I'd like to be lucky and have some "quiet time".
I'm pretty much done with my whine fest for today. On another note, if you've been wondering why there aren't as many pictures of Sophie as usual, this is the reason.
I get about five photos of her making faces...
Before I can get one of these. She's still pretty stinkin' cute though.
