In the past, you may recall, I've tasked myself with some nice and ambitious New Year Resolutions. After 20 years of that, I've come to the conclusion that I'm just not quite that awesome and should probably trade my perfectionistic desires for reasonableness. Which is surprisingly not as devastating as I thought it would be. Yay.
Here are my resolutions this year:
- To take more everyday pictures. I'm thinking a picture a day. But I'm already behind. So... let's say a picture a week.
- Laugh more. I know it's a horrible goal. It's totally unmeasurable. But. Oh well. They're my goals. Bwahaha. Oh, look at that. Success already.
- Spend some time every day in the scriptures. Some time. I'm not making any specific time requirement here either. I know, shoot me. But I am taking cues from Sister Beck in her comments here. (It's a podcast link. You should totally listen to it. It will make your life better.)
- Wean Weston. This might be the hardest goal ever. He doesn't like food. In fact, below I have combined goals 1 and 4 to demonstrate that I really am trying. I am making efforts with applesauce, PB&J, oranges, oatmeal, and yes, even pepporoni and hot dogs (don't hate. I'm a desperate woman).
Such a heartbroken little face. Poor miniature munchkin.