Pudgy

A couple of weeks ago Morgan cornered me while at the stove and asked if I was going to have another baby. I told her we were planning on it at some point and asked her why she was asking. Her response: “Well, I didn’t know if I should tell you, but I noticed you’re getting a little bit. . .” (See her patting her tummy with a sheepish expression) “Well, you’re getting a little bit . . . PUDGY. I didn’t know if I should tell you!” Well, Morgan, you probably shouldn’t have!

However, if an eight year old can tell a person is pregnant at nine weeks then I guess that person should know so she can go public earlier than usual – lest everyone wonder why she is so getting so “pudgy.” So for the next ten weeks (until she actually looks pregnant, not just fat) give a pudgy person a break, it’s not just a case of Midwest depression (although there may be some of that going on too) or a newfound love affair with snacking while watching nighttime television (also possibly a byproduct of the aforementioned Midwest depression) that’s causing it. There is a baby in there behind that Jell-O like mass of flesh. I heard its heartbeat today. So, let’s just agree to disregard the fact that the said child is the size of a small Oregon Strawberry.

While we’re on the subject of progeny – wish Daniel luck! Here’s his last chance for a retraction and apology from the editor of the annual Christmas newsletter for previous statements/slander about his Y-Chromosome deficiency. We’ll look forward to finding out in early November!

Motherhood Morganism

As I was putting the littles to bed last night Morgan slumped in and said “I have a headache and I feel tired and grouchy.” I, with great empathy in my voice, stated that I, too, am familiar with those feelings. Her response was, “I know! I feel like a Mother!”

Augmentation

A couple of months ago my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to undergo a mastectomy. Understandably, it was a bit of a hard time for her, and upsetting for me since we are so far away and felt like I couldn’t do anything to help. Thankfully, Daniel’s mom came out to Neb. to hang here with Daniel and the girls (big THANKS to a great Mother-in-Law!). This allowed Emily, Taylor, and I to be able to trek over to Washington to visit for a couple weeks after her surgery. It was a good trip (although a very, very long drive!). I’m not sure how much help we were, but it sure was nice to visit.

Due to the situation, there was, of course, a great deal of conversation regarding breasts as well as talk of various forms of augmenting and masking the missing member of the pair. Well, I didn’t think that little ears were really paying attention to these conversations. However, soon after we got home Emily came in sporting this look.

Quite frankly, Mom, I think she mastered the balance – it’s apparently just a matter of finding the right size of ball(s) (although after having children I’m thinking one of those longish water balloons might fit the bill). The leotard over the top of the whole outfit keeps everything tight and in place – and obviously leaves you feeling like a complete woman! (see picture below)

Let me know if you want me to start shopping for you!