Happy Birthday Squirrel

I couldn't resist posting both pics.  It is impossible to get them to look at the camera at the same time.  Believe me, I've tried. 

Today is my first born's b-day.  Three years old.  That, to me, is amazing.  Sometimes I'm not sure where the time goes, and other times I know exactly where it's gone--but I wouldn't trade these three years with her for anything.  Being a mom is the most challenging thing I've done in my life (and if you think that's pathetic, your kid doesn't have the spunk mine does).  

She is wonderful, brave, outgoing, an awesome big sister, scary smart, super girly, stubborn as all get out... I don't know how all that personality is packed into that tiny body, but it is and I love her for it.     

Her third birthday made me realize something crazy...I've almost been writing for three years.  Holy Cow.  No wonder my husband said:  Shouldn't you be published by now...

So if you're reading honey, uh yeah, not how it works--at least not for me. 

The reason I started writing though, is because someone gave me advice and it's, hands down, the best advice I've gotten about being a stay-at-home-mom, and now I'm passing it on to you:

Get a hobby. 

And not because you'll have loads of time to do it, you won't.  But you will live for those moments.

The days you spend cleaning, changing, washing, sorting, cooking, when you work all day and never get anything done--having a hobby gives you have something measurable to accomplish.  Something to run to do during nap time.  

Maybe I'll never be published, maybe a hobby is all writing will ever be for me, but I love it and that's what matters.  

If anything, it keeps me sane, which I'm sure the kids will appreciate someday.  

So, Happy Birthday Squirrel.  You brighten my life more than you'll ever know.  Thanks for helping me find my passion. 

-Mom