Fail.

I hold a lot of guilt about being a working mom. As a result, I tend to overcompensate by trying to make every moment spent with my children "quality time." Poor Harrison hss never seen a movie or even an episode of Sesame Street at home, as I don't want to waste our precious time together watching TV.

Every free moment I have is spent with my little ones, unless they are asleep. Date nights? No way. It has probably been two years since I have had a manicure. And I even schedule haircuts during naptime or bedtime hours.

Anyway, I am home with Elijah in the afternoons this week and I decide that today would be a great day to do a fun little project together. Now, I should have remembered that:

1. I am the least crafty person on the planet.
2. Elijah is three months old; he is happiest just being held and talked to.

But I didn't. So, I decided to open up this cute little plaster handprint set that my cousin bought me before Elijah was born. I had something similar for Harrison that Terri and Darren bought me, but it made handprints with ink, not plaster. They turned out adorable, so I wanted to do something like that for E before he got two things.

This is what it was supposed to look like:



And this is my final product:



Um, did I forget how it is nearly impossible for a three-month-old to open his hand long enough to take a print? Seriously, it looks more like a hoof than a hand. At the very least, it looks like Elijah is giving everyone the finger. And we were so covered in plaster by the time we were done, I had to do a load of laundry and give Elijah a bath. It sucked.

Maybe I will just stick to taking pictures of my little ones. I am no photographer either, but at least the final product comes out cute. Here's baby Elijah at three months: