Now that I put those pictures up...

Ode to the sparkly shoes, part deux. Thank you, mom, for updating Camille and Estelle's look with some new different colored sparkly shoes :) They love them and I love cleaning up red glitter from different corners of my house.

Painting was awesome and Camille has been talking about it ever since, though I haven't pulled the paint out to let her do it again. Once in a blue moon is enough for me at this point! We did get some one on one time during Estelle (and Riley's) nap time today to color, though, and that was really fun. I think today I learned the importance of coloring with my daughter. It doesn't happen enough. I once heard that working mothers spend the same amount if not more quality time with their children than mothers who stay at home. The statement made me so sad because there was a lot of truth in it. I think those of us who stay at home find that we are constantly busy with everything else in our lives that we lack the ability to step back, breath, and spend some real fun quality time with our children. Especially with two of them, I think that one on one time with each of them is almost impossible - although not really. The day seems filled with a jumbled mess of trying to pacify children, trying to get away from children to get five seconds to breath by yourself, trying to cook meals and clean house and unpack and organize and and and, well, and not really succeeding at any of it. Nothing really gets the quality that it should. I think that working parents spend all day away from their kids that by the end of the day they can't wait to see their family and they make the minutes count more. Maybe we should learn to put things on the back burner sometimes and not try ot do everything at once. Maybe we should make our minutes count more instead of trying to make them pass so fast. Maybe our children would be better pacified if real quality time was spent with them every day in the first place. Maybe a fifteen minute quality "breather" by myself would keep me going longer and stronger for the rest of the day, and maybe dishes would get done faster without two kids crawling up my legs. How do you do that, though? Maybe that's the point of parenthood - to go nuts trying to figure it all out and to become a better person because of it.