My job....

 I feel like the last few weeks have been nothing but posts about Liv and Grace. It has not been intentional, it's just what happens when that is my life. I imagine if someone worked at Little Ceasars for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week they would probably have a few posts about pizza because that is what they do.  So try not to roll your eyes but I just have to say that I love my life as their mother.  I was filling out a survey the other day and when I had to check off which occupation I did it was interesting to check the "home maker" box. That's my job. To make where we live a home. I love the word home and I feel like it's a pretty big job. When I was a nurse I felt like it sounded a lot more impressive to be saving lives and involved in high pressure situations than to be looking up play dough recipe and finding the park with the best twisty slide but I'm starting to love this responsibility that comes in the form of two beautiful girls that are not my job, they are my life.

 We tried out a great play dough recipe this morning if you're interested...