Ok, a big confession. I have the best intentions in all that I do. But I am starting to realize that I am real. A real person who would like to improve herself. I wish that I was the perfect mother and woman. But I know I'm not. I'm not a good blogger. I tried blogging daily about what I am thankful for and quickly got behind. I'm not a good cook. I tried making my own baby food, but Rea seemed to not care for what I was offering. I want to start getting serious with photography, but I'm afraid that I won't be good enough. I started selling jewelry, but I don't like it as much anymore. I worry all the time that I'm not doing enough for my children, but I think they are happy well adjusted babies. All these things make me real. And they make me who I am.