Boots & Dora

So many puddles, so little time...

When I first became a mother, I considered myself a homemaker because I didn't like the sound of "stay-at-home mom" and I was truly making the home each day. Sometime during the last three years, I've switched to using the SAHM terminology. The reason I'm home full-time is because I want to be here with Livia, 'nuff said. Some days I want to run for the hills and desperately long for time to myself, but still, when the longterm goal is remembered, I'm glad I'm a SAHM.

Sometimes, even after 3.5 years, I'm surprised at the tasks assigned to this job. They aren't easy to distinguish at times (Do I discipline for that behavior or does she really just need a PB&J?) and sometimes I feel all creative thinking has vanished from my mind and the only thing left to do is pop in a DVD.

Yesterday I fulfilled one of my duties by taking a walk with my little monkey Boots. I make a good Dora, if I do say so myself. Boots likes puddles of all shapes and sizes, the muddier the better. And only once have I had to rescue Boots from the murky depths of a particularly boggy puddle. In the pic above Dora and Boots were exploring the old Zion lot where puddles abound.