For the second night in a row, my husband has fallen asleep before my daughter. I didn't realize taking a vacation would be so tiring. I thought I'd take advantage of some time to myself (if Margot doesn't come downstairs 12 more times that is) to blog. Recently, I've been experiencing some serious mommy guilt about how few photos I've taken of my kids in the past year. I haven't allowed myself to look through family photo albums of Margot's first year (I've wanted to see how much Vance and Margot resemble one another as babies) because I know I would be so ashamed at how few photos I have taken of Vance's first year that I might not get out of bed for a week. So, last night I wrote out my to do list for today:
1. Call and reschedule Margot's dentist appointment
2. Confirm reservations for John's 30th birthday party
3. TAKE PHOTOS OF YOUR CHILDREN
This morning we went out on the front porch to do some sidewalk chalk and I grabbed the camera. Honestly though I felt like I was forcing it. Trying to get some amazing photo of Vance while he was doing laps around my car to make up for the last 12 months. Fortunately, Nana called and asked if we wanted to meet her to pick out some pumpkins.
Vance picking out his:
This picture cracks me up...it's like the pumpkin just told him a joke.
Margot kept asking me, "Mom, when are we going to pick out our pumquinns?
A good haul (Margot is pulling the wagon. I think she would've pulled Vance all the way back to our house if we would've let her.):