Pin Worthy

I'm hard on myself.  I think most mothers and women in general are.  Standing in line at the grocery store: my house doesn't look like that, my hair never falls just that way, my abs certainly don't even resemble that.

And now we have pinterest.  I can guarantee my nails are never ever pin worthy.  My hair probably isn't either.  Let's not even talk about abs.  My ankles might.  I do have nice ankles.

I also have some pretty boisterous, happy (not all the time, mind you!), fun-loving girls, one Adorable boy, and the love-of-my-life who don't really care about all that.  

They're happy with a quick bike ride for burgers, fries, and an ice cream.  Ice cream is supposed to be buy one get one free when it rains, but I couldn't convince the guy that the few raindrops evidenced on my camera were sufficient. 

So, we splurged.

Do not think for a moment that my life here is perfect, full of perfect sewing adventures, perfectly behaved children and nary a thread of contention.  Nor does it have to be, nor should it be.  

We would remain in a state of plateau-ness, which is awfully nice to be able to catch one's breath and munch on carefully packed snacks, but then one grows weary of the same view and it is time to move on and up.

But, nobody is perfect.  Perhaps we will imagine those perfectly manicured-ombre-colored nails never doing something of worth, like climbing to the next peak with a view even more spectacular than the last.  

I will say that I took everyone with more than 6 teeth to the dentist last week without one single cavity to report.  As our sweet dentist commented, that's over 100 teeth you have to get clean each night, that's a lot of teeth!

So.  I'm mentally pinning that.