Day 24

Day 24- A picture of something you wish you could change.

This is a picture of one of the chairs at my breakfast table, and I REALLY want to change them. Okay so I know that I have the power to change these . . . I even have the fabric picked out. But the skills to do it myself? Maybe. The guts to even try doing it myself? Not yet.

This is the fabric I want to put on them, laminated so that spills and drips (which rarely happen with my two year old. ha!) can just wipe right off but my chairs still look gorgeous. I also want to paint the chairs, table and buffet piece (which you can sort of see in the background of this pic) white.

I just love how bright and colorful this fabric is!

Kangaroo Zoo

We had some fun with Aunt Mandi last week at Kangaroo Zoo. A really great place to take your kids if they have lots of energy to burn off! This may even be the site for Sasha's next birthday, since we can't ever do anything outside.

 Climbing to the top of the slide, all by herself. Daddy would be so proud.

 Love her in this one.

 She does not look 2 in this picture! She looks more like 5 to me. STOP GROWING SO FAST!

That face just explains it all. Pure joy. I love this kid!

Day 23

Day 23- A picture of your favorite book

This is my absolute, all-time, most favorite book ever. I have been in love with this book since I was a kid, probably 3rd or 4th grade when I read it for the first time. I just love little Matilda and how clever she is. I think I related to her in a few ways. I'm waiting until Sasha gets a little bit older to read it to her but I hope she likes it just as much as I did.
No, I didn't like the movie.

Day 22

Day 22- A picture of something you wish you were better at.

I really wish I could play the piano. I can plunk out a few, easy tunes, but someday I would really love to be able to play. Like, anything I felt like. I wish I could have stuck with lessons when I was younger but it just didn't work out. Taking up lessons is on my list of things to do, most definitely.

Day 21

Day 21- A picture of something you wish you could forget

Hammer pants.
Comfy? Yes.
Fashionable? Not on any level.
Did I want some? Not telling.

Day 20

Day 20- A picture of somewhere you would love to travel

You already know that NYC is at the top of my travel list, but next in line is Paris . . . Texas. Ha ha! Just kidding! Paris France actually. It's such a beautiful and romantic city. I would love to spend days just wandering the streets to see what kind of adventures they bring me.

Day 19

Day 19- A picture and a letter

Okay this doesn't really say who the letter should be written to so I'm going to write it to my daughter. (No comments on the butt shot, okay?!)

Dear Sasha,
When I came to this challenge in my 30 Days of Me blog posts I knew immediately which picture I wanted to use and who I wanted to write to. This is a picture of you on my back, climbing up a slide at Kangaroo Zoo. That was a fun night! But this isn't just a picture of a fun time you had with your mom, I think its kind of symbolic actually.
You have so much potential for your life. Right now you are only 2 years old and the possibilities for you are endless! And as much joy as there will be in your life (I will do my best to provide you with as much of it as I can) life is also an uphill climb, kind of like this slide. Sometimes you're going uphill and its hard. You might slip and fall or stumble a little bit, but you will always get back up. You  keep moving up until you reach your goal and you enjoy the thrill that it brings you as you slide along to your next challenge. But you are never alone. Just like in this picture I will always be there, climbing, slipping, stumbling and getting back up right there with you. Sometimes I will walk beside you or watch from behind, and other times you may need me to carry you on my back. I will be there to share any pains or heartaches you encounter and I will always be there to share in the joy of your triumphs. I love you so much and I am excited to be a part of the awesome adventure that is your life.
Love, Mom