I'm lacking on the blogging front because quite frankly I'm failing at taking any pictures lately. And a blog post without pictures is just plain boring to me.
I'm linking up with Andrea today to participate in Show & Tell Tuesday! I had fun reading a few posts this morning and started noticing that I too have some confessions I could share:
I love being a "boy mom" but I'm guilty of purchasing some pretty "girly toys" for my boys - basically for my own pleasure but with hopes that it will make them better husbands someday. But pretty much because I don't know how to play farm, football and war! All boys need to know how to cook, clean, host a tea party and take care of babies, right :)
Tyler does 99.9% of all baths/showers for the little cowboys because I hate it. They splash everywhere, think it's funny to "make bubbles" in the tub and drink their own bath water. I just can't stand it. I politely offer to clear the table and do dishes as a cop out.
As most of you know, I'm obsessed with matching my little cowboys and they're almost getting too old for it. But I will continue until they insist I stop. Yes, it's kind of dorky but it's also darling. #twinning
I am overly emotional about my kids growing up and that I'm missing out. I had a full out panic attack last night while trying to fall asleep thinking that Kal only has one and a half years before kindergarten. It didn't help that I watched a sad Dateline regarding the Bingham family that have 5 children that all have been diagnosed with the same heart failure that requires heart transplants. We are so blessed and so often, I take that for granted. The Bingham parents are such warriors. They have such hope and strength for their children. The mom said, "all we can do is love them, have faith and provide them with good, happy childhoods." That's what we're all trying to do, right? But childhood just goes so quickly. I have bottomless love for my boys and would just like more time with them while their little. #workingmomguilt
I get caught often for eating the entire box of Kallahan's favorite cereal, Lucky Charms. He always picks it out at the store. I tell myself I won't eat it. We get home - I cave. A cup (or three) just makes the perfect bedtime snack. Then when he occasionally asks for it for breakfast I have to tell him, "we're out. Let's put it back on the list." His tears make me feel really bad but obviously not bad enough :)
I'm sure I have many more
momfessional moments but we'll leave it with those! Thanks for reading
and I can’t wait to read more of yours :)