Today I had the opportunity to choose between a beautiful skiing day and a boring day at home with my beautiful 9 months daughter.

Sofia already knows ski slopes and chair lifts because we are a ski addicted family, but after an entire day in a chalet with mum and daddy that take care of her in turn (so that the other one can ski) she gets very tired... so I decided for another approach: today my husband will ski and I'll stay with the baby and tomorrow we'll exchange the roles.

I did it because usually we take the baby with us at every appointment, with every condition, always trying to respect her needs obviously, but not forgetting ours too. And it's working fine, but sometimes it's weird being the only ones with kids in the "adults" environment.

So I tried to be a regular mum for today, and I am thinking if being a regular mom means being a good mum...

Another holiday dinner with my family.

My mum cooking everything delicious you can imegine and still thinking it's not enough...

My husband and my father looking for any possible way of escape. All they really want is a quiet place where they can read a book without anyone talking or screaming or asking them to prepare the table