Just the way we are:

Sometimes my focus gets a little blurry. I start to want to be the perfect mom, perfect in my definition not Levi's. I want the cupcakes with the fondant, I want the size 2 jeans, I want every holiday to be decorated and celebrated with every tradition, and I want the homemade playdough.

 

 (levi in his favourite outfit)

The past 2 days have probably been perfect in Levi's eyes, this is what (i think) he sees:

(movie night)

daddy takes me to the park

we all play in the garden 

we have a picnic in the yard

Mommy takes me on a walk

Dj and I play fetch

mommy and I read books

i watched Cars 2

i had yummy snacks

we blowed bubbles and chased them 

i got cuddles with dad on the couch 

naps in my gum boots

(playing outside today)

He doesn't care that:

im wearing yoga pants again

my hair isn't done

that the easter decorations are still up

laundry is behind

that the home decor isn't perfectly color coordinated

supper tonight was crepes

some of his clothes are second hand

that Im not a size 2

dave doesn't make 100k/year

i can't make homemade bread 

our house isn't big or perfect

All he wants is who I am and who Dave is. Not who we think we need to be, or want to be. He loves us just the way we are. 

(levi feel asleep in the truck on our way to waterton, with the sippy cup still in his mouth)

And we love him just the way he is.

Here's an awesome article that I read about my same thoughts I've been feeling lately.