Thank you to Abby who gave Liam this darling apron. We got out the play-dough and he told me he was going to make bread....
There it is. YUP. That is yummy piece of green bread that we then pretended to devour quickly.
Then, he read me a wonderful story. It was all about balloons of course!
Self portraits came next.
Yes it is late into the afternoon. Yes i am make-up-less and yes Liam is still happily in his pjs. I'd be lying if i said this is rarely the case.
Luckily my son loves cheese, as do I. So, it was a perfect excuse to get this out. (don't worry I didn't share too many sips of the Diet Coke)
After our snack, Liam decided he was going to make me "stuff."
As a young newlywed I'd always say that I wanted to continue working when I had kids. When Liam joined our family I soon discovered how rewarding motherhood was. Then when we bought the bakery and I was working, I'd complain so much. I wanted to be home. I didn't want to miss a beat. Not one breath, not one laugh, smile, coo. However, I think that having to work made me love the time at home I have now even more. I love when I have days when I can wake up and enjoy my son. Enjoy his age. Pretend, snack, swing, draw, stay into our pajamas late in the day. I need to do it more often.
On a side note, I've really been itching for a vacation lately.
Wouldn't mind being here right now-
I wouldn't complain if I were here either.
But for now, I'm perfectly content here-
